A shanty for those gone under

One thing I ponder,

how go on any longer?

if it just seems to go on,

whether I’m on board or over yonder?

Neither here nor there about life,

strife cuts through rife,

with discomfort

that shakes me whenever

I’m caught lumbering in slumber.

I wonder what trance I am under

that I can’t lift a finger

that can stop me from going under

I resist even if overencumbered

I resist in the pitiful sunder

I can lift myself out from under

forgive my thoughts

with which I have rumbled

think of the posts

yet to tumble

Go on forever,

until my spirit forbids so.






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