Sinking Ship. Poem by Letter From My Mother's Womb

Sinking Ship

Life can be like a Titanic ship
that sinks inside of cold waters,
When your only wish is to breath,
whereas others are happily
breathing, and swimming.
As the wind blows within the ship
every innocent soul start panicking
as life is attacking,
Even the Captain has loosen
the direction
as if the compass is at equator.

We grew up having Lot's
of dreams and visions,
But now the ship going
down like the coffin.
Everything is changing directions
along with turning points.
Only thing that is left is the
pen that comes from the tablet
of my mother's heart.

When the sun goes down,
I found myself embarking on the dark journey,
That blinds me from stepping
into the incredible future.
My footsteps
do write a story through the dust,
As I compare pictures
of my past tearful wounds,
I grew up having Lot's of passion
but now it seems like my dreams
and visions
have lost its beauty like the Grass
that has withered
as a rose without water
in the garden.

Author: Lyricist

Date: October 2019