Lichen Poem by Leon Agnew

Stricken, staring
All my life a humble bearing
To the south, at 180
Every hell of humans hating
Broken down on sunny shores
Beaten up by broken doors
Slammed in the face of
Hopeless dignity; love
Is fleeting, if not
The nonexistent
Heart beats slow for
Nothing more
Nevermore I see her face
Not again! I have no place
In here, she says
The filthy dregs
Of emptiness are
Every every everywhere
Stuck to my ship
I drive it home
Goodbye fair friend
This is the end.