Perplexed Poem by Olayiwola Olarewaju Metamofosis

Some questions are left unanswered
Some dreams are unfulfilled.
I float, yes, I float on the lake of nausea
And now in my closet I sulk.
I mope, I sob, yes, I mourn
But my tears are drained.
I have cried many times
And crying makes no more sense to me.
So I gazed the bleak horizon when I heard the boss had gone.

The skies are decked with dreams
Many dreams unfulfilled.
I have left the tears to the rains from the skies.
When death spoke in riddles
And premonitions paved way
Our inclinations were obtuse to the runes of death
And now the tempest has struck
And the captain has gone.