untitled poem

Lost at sea, she
wasn't surprised to free
her mind.
Passengers bound
to destinations fear:
not found.
Really think they
can escape the same fate,
we prey.
Disillusioned
to the very end and
stranded.


Lost at sea, she
wasn't surprised to see
her kind.
It's not my fault,
he's a pillar of salt,
fallen
down around us,
blanket of white
crystals,
missiles.
It's not alright.
Give yourself a fright now,
right now.