Chewing Wormwood

I stood upon the edge of a precipice
The echoes of my breath chambered amongst the sea
Absence of life across still water
Such a waste of flesh

The air is so cold

Will my body slough upon ships?
Will the crowds gather to gaze upon my glory?
Or will I tumble upon brittle coral
And sink into the deep empty

An albatross circled above my head
I pray for the heavens to strike him down

My bones feel so old

Give me respite from this hell

Tossed by the wavеs
I will ache no more