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Sinking Ship

By Dave (Minstrel) Sterenchock

I feel I`m on a sinking ship,
I feel it sinking fast.
I climb up to the highest point,
And I`m clinging to the mast.

I have no crew to speak of,
And treasures, I have none.
I`m all alone on this island,
With one bullet in my gun.

Hopelessness surrounds me,
Despair my only friend
I have wounds that will not heal,
And tears that will not mend.

I do not fear the thoughts,
That occur inside my head.
I am not suicidal,
I only wish that I were dead.

©2004 Dave (Minstrel) Sterenchock
Encore


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