My Final Deliverance

Deliver me, from the sunset;

That'll set at dawn;

It's grip is much too tight;

Tight enough to drag me under.

Forgive me , I say;

Forgive me, for I know what I've done;

God and his mercy;

Please find it's way to me.

Each word, less and less coherent;

Quick! Fix it! Fix me;

Drown me out, no need for my swan song;

They line up and wait for my silent homecoming;

I'm not ready, but ready or not here I come.

-R.W.