My brain has become like a jungle
a forest with decrepit root strewn trees
my mind has become a cobweb
spreading wide with the windy breeze
you know winds here flow like volcanoes

Upon myself my clogged mind
float imaginary foes
I am seemingly blind
not being able to any comfort find
despite the hailing attributes of my mind
I have to an axe grind
wafting in the rivers flow
from where to where
I will go no one nor even I know .

Come someone salvage me
I am becoming my own enemy
plight is perhaps now my right
as I near no not near but want to
reach the far folds of the estuary

hoping a funeral in this Covid era
of or like Vikings

Come some friend
if I have one
salvage me