My Heart Is Sinking Poem by Naveed Akram

I had brought some little project in
The open, forcing the sinking ship to
Rest, my heart sank a little.

It capsized before I could rest in my
Grave. I knew something was afloat
In this whole oceanic sprite.

My confusion sang along with all
The sprites of the sea, such linguistic
Problems were diverse as tucked in affairs.

But the old days of this home we call sea,
We call the old and ancient ways offering
Some of us the leading and plumbing.

This water we call earth is the sea,
My heart is troubled while the seas
Sink into the sea, troublesome logic of flight.