Sinking ship

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inPersonal Journal, Personal Mysticism, PoetryTags:, , , , ,

The floor is wet,
my feet are cold.

I can feel the ship
sinking, then remember
Our tree outside,

The one we planted
together.

The lake now embraces
it’s trunk….

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.