Lost at sea on the other side of the moon
Struggling with the turbulent torrents
But the fussy waves would not quiet.
Darkness was part of the deal
The part of the night, the heart of the wilderness
As you drift deeper into the middle of know where,
The no return.
Now alone from the world with a broken paddle
A flooded deck, and a cold sea water drowning the boat as you wait
For that last kiss with the bottom.
There will be no saviour
So says the cold sinister whispers
The ice cold breeze will be the end.
Only the shimmering night stars far away up up in the sky
Will bear you witness.
Wrapped in the wreckage
Swept ashore
Accompanied by the silent tears of the crying moon.
The voices will once again whisper
Only now, the last time you will ever hear it mumble.
Through your last breath,
Saying
It's a Figment
It's a Figment
It's a Figment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The difficult like journeys. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole