I’m fastened to boat
Floating with the tide
The black water is seeping in
Through cracks along the side
The rocks and sea take part
In careless enmity
But my boat pushes on
Gently carrying me
This sinking grave was once
A tall cedar bark
That stretched and breathed new life
To worlds painted dark
So though oblivion is bound to drown us all
I’m fond of my small boat
That perpetuates my fall
Mahnoor
Woah this is amazing! You wrote really well! 🙂