Shipwreck Bones

The hull

Is his skull

Damaged and cracked

Childhood

Fractured

Teenage bliss

Bashed

Existence rocks smashed

His cradled youth brain

Over

And over

And over

Again

The mast

Is his past

Black tattered sails soared

Plundered his splitting mind

In the depths he explored

Left him drowning

Then washed up

And stranded ashore

Consumed by his drinking

Anchored in thinking

These bones nothing more

Than the sinking

The sinking

The sinking

Deplore

The stern

Is his spine

The helm of his motion

With no wheel it bends

To his current emotion

Emptiness craving

The weight of this ocean

A storm-weathered back

And eroded ribcage

Set a course for astray

As he drifts

Ever further

And further

Away

The bow

Is his sternum

Sunken chest treasure

Greed sleeps in its hold

Through selfless endeavor

Still coveting gold

Yet pounding desire

White-cap knuckles slam

Against ego waves

Like a battering ram

Towards an island of purpose

His bones can stand for

After yearning

And longing

And lusting

For more

His heart

Precious cargo

Still breaks as it's thrown

To the soul-crushing blue

Lovelessness all alone

He clings to frail hopes

And starves to taste home

Yet thirsts for her fair

Aphrodite sea foam

To kiss his bones bare

This shipwreck skeleton

Over

And over

And over

Again