My Life

My life

is a war zone,

a graveyard,

a lagoon of rusting shipwrecks,

and the largest is me,

a monument to disaster,

a concrete tanker

that never quite set to sea.

And all you see

is the part still above water;

you don’t know how

to swim out

to explore the rest.

And it looks beautiful

in the sunset

that colors the water

orange, yellow, pink;

you can’t even tell

it’s dead.