My Shipwrecked Mind
Joe Chester
I am a prisoner in the room of lost footsteps,
Brandishing a knife against a wave,
Helpless in the face of losing everything,
A destitute king.
Waves on the horizon always coming to shore,
Hissing their approval as they retreat once more,
Across the pebbled beaches of my shipwrecked mind,
Of my shipwrecked mind.
Cast adrift, I am unhinged,
I can't trust my feelings anymore,
Torn asunder, fingers on the tumbler,
Of my shipwrecked mind.
Waves on the horizon always coming to shore,
Hissing their approval as they retreat once more,
Across the pebbled beaches of my shipwrecked mind,
Of my shipwrecked mind.