SWAMP

(13.05.97)

The ground was not solid
The sky was not there,
So where was I?

My last memory
Was of walking,
But now
It felt
Like I was in suspended animation.

Difficult to breathe,
Slowly suffocating;
A nauseating aroma
Fills my nostrils
As I slowly float
Within inches
Of a decomposing corpse.

I begin
To understand;
I'm in a swamp,
Never to live again;
I'm in a fucking swamp!