Sucker Fish

I'd be better off dead than sinking
here, burdened by these heavy,
leaden thoughts inside my head.

These wayward wisps of wishful dreams
weigh me down, holding me fast
beneath sorrow's stock-still waters.

Ensnared by the insidious scent
of self-directed aspersions cast
carelessly like baited hooks.

My ambitions lie bloated and
belly-up before the beckoning
lure of an inescapable destiny.