Whispers of Cyanide in My Ear

Sailing in on the open sea.
The gulls hungry, the dock worker
Looking for a job.
Do almost anything to put food on
The table.
Even doing the wrong thing can be
Justified for the right reason's,
The right circumstance.
You know what the right thing to do.
You know you go a little hungry,
But it will all be better in the end.
This rattles in your head.
But from your stomach.
Oh it like whispers of cyanide in my ear.
I break down, I rush into an open
Where house and grab any box I could
And run off.
I couldn't of gotten far.
I woke up in a bed at the hospital.
What happened?

Mar 25/14