Into the DepthsA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenInto the Depths The decaying smell of shell-fish, hanging on brisk breezes, putrid yet purified by the salt of the ocean. The sea's harvest brought to shore by the toil of honest men. Amongst the discarded catch my soul lies, a mere spineless mollusc abandoned with no hope of redemption. The ribs of this ship, once stout and oaken, lie split and exposed to the baking, bleaching sun; original sin the anchor which drags my very being into the depth of hell's trenches and prevents this phoenix from rising.
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Added on September 8, 2016 Last Updated on September 8, 2016 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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