My senses crucified
My weary soul
Your goal 
To tear me down
Like posts at
A football riot
To pierce my veins 
And brain
And heart
And leave me
Wallowing
A fish without
A sea or coast
So I might 
Lose all sight
The blind amongst
The blind
Wandering 
Nonsensically
On a whim
Or on a breeze
Listing aimlessly
Into the bay
Where this boy
Will rest 
At piers
Annoyed
And anxious
Another toy
For you to 
Cast aside
Into the Wild
And stormy sea
Along with
All the other
Mixed metaphors

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