Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
And so I remain,
like a mariner shipwrecked and cast upon an unknown and chilly shore,
a mere stain
of feeble being, belching up the vile brine of a life sodden to the core.
I didn’t expect
to be breathing yet, well past some apocalyptic millennium,
an unwanted reject
in unimagined future disintegration, a strange and awful requiem.
Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 11.14.22
Prompt: Remain.
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