Dosage...

The voyage of resistance,

Anchored down by a monthly dose,

Blow up the figure head,

Directionless ideas,

Where is the bow of the ship?

The cannonball coiled with a chain to wrap around me,

Pulled me overboard into what I thought was the ocean,

We never left shore,

The sand lies thick and sopping,

However it broke my fall,

I tried to push my ship out to sea but it’s beached,

The ribs of the hull partly exposed,

They rake the sand but it’s not yet zen,

The sea is yet to draw me out,

Here I sit… tired.