Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Spectres

leave a comment »

Westward I go!

Across an ocean filled with the

Bloated corpses of my past.

I cannot escape their glazed over

Eyes that stare up at me and make me remember.

I push them down with each oar stroke,

Moving further from them toward the

Deep. Still, I can hear them scrape against the

Bottom, not allowing me to forget.

Advertisements

Written by barryr22

February 17, 2012 at 11:55 pm

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: