“WHAT IS DEAD, MAY NEVER DIE”

In the boat I sail,
Fear pelts holes
And gets me sinking

I lost a heart loving
And abuses, crushed my abilities
Demoralized, downhearted and defenseless.

So depression became,
The hunch on my back.
Its weight bulky and dragging.
Questioning a way to rest,
It sells to me a suicide

But the note I leave,
Fails my kindred tickling questions;
Of guilts, regrets, of pains
And plants in, dispiritedness

How that one was a weakling
Who made to the line
Death by chance only knocks
But I’ve gone to it barefooted

The ocean swallows me
To rest my boat

Like the smoke
I am, that, which you smell
disappearing
To return, but stronger
And the house shall say:
“WHAT IS DEAD, MAY NEVER DIE”