Charlie existed
\nHe loved and he lost
\nHe ate himself silly
\nThat was the cost
\nOf crying each day
\nOf being reminded
\nHow lost he found himself
\nHe was just blinded<\/p>\n
By the very existence
\nThat he never had
\nNo family to speak of
\nHe was no dad
\nDispirited death style
\nUncared for his thought
\nA lost soul in a maelstrom
\nOf ugliness caught<\/p>\n
Like a fish on a hook
\nIn a net that was he
\nDragged breathless choking
\nOut of the sea
\nLegs thick with fat
\nVeins bulbous sore
\nSick as a dog
\nDying on the sea shore<\/p>\n
Face in the sand
\nHair in the weed
\nSalt in his ears
\nHe was starting to bleed
\nThe cry of the gannets
\nThey would peck out his eyes
\nHe could now feel the froth
\nAnd could now realise<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t have anything
\nJetsam was he
\nTossed off the cliff
\nAnd into the sea
\nNobody loved him
\nNobody cared
\nHis shoal swam away
\nHe wouldn\u2019t be spared<\/p>\n
Brine in his lungs
\nSalt in his soul
\nHis end was nigh
\nDeep in a hole
\nHe stared up at the sky
\nAs blue as could be
\nRemembering Ahab
\nAnd Dear Moby.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Charlie existed He loved and he lost He ate himself silly That was the cost Of crying each day Of being reminded How lost he found himself He was just blinded By the very existence That he never had No … Continue reading