The Lost Man Of Atlantis

Lost at sea

I have been

The sad creep

Marooned to the deep

Desolate empty 

Ocean floor of

My worries and pain

Strapped to my leg like a ball and chain

Dragging, dragging.......trailing.....my body further down 

To the dark cold abyss

Where there is not a sound

Bait on a hook 

Soul bleeding out

A lifeless hopeless worm

I dare not look

to the cause and the source of my unhealing wound's

They told me i was the fisherman

But alas im doomed

Food for the masses

These shark's of the deep

Predator's of  the dark 

Hunting the sea

My God it maybe too late

My hope drowned in the sorrow of my watery fate

A goldfish stuck in the bowl of his own self hatred

My soul sink's down

Rotting on the sea bed

A denzin of the deep

An alien to the age