damn boat.

floating precariously,
leaky and damp,
water slowly seeping inside.

contemplating,
not alone though,
another solitary person,
as a sole companion.

are we going somewhere?
not east,
nor my beloved west.

slowly sinking downwards,
no, not south,
but down.

towards the murky waters below,
we try,
oh we try,
but this sinking boat cannot be stopped.

soon our sorrows will be drowned,
along with our helpless bodies,
and our feeble boat.