i carried the pitiful living beings
with life forces heavier than my structure.
souls that contained such burdens
preventing them from soaring back freely
into the wild blue yonder,
but i chose to sail further into the sea
with a rocky body, ready to tip over,
i’ll try to endure the energy,
from my thoughtless surrounding
that might make me collide into a boulder.
it’ll be sadder than the ebony void
with no shimmering stars
to help me guide
through the vicious nights.
yet, i’ll sail so far,
they won’t even realised
the progress i have been making
when oxygen is being taken
by the fallen ones
in exchange for melancholic air
that will one day turn me into rust
or badly enough,
particles of dust.
i’ll continue to sail, though.
a complete round throughout earth
would be the last adventure i’ll ever see.
the last time I will stay afloat,
carrying my passengers.
i thought i would be like them
but i’m certain they prepared their life vests
to not descend into the deep
and to not bother about me sinking
into the bottom part of “where else could it be?”
after a long, seemingly endless trip
to the seven seas.
for now, i’ll remain to be
another lost sunken ship.