PASSENGER
In the deep sea
I am the explorer of the broken boat
Floating on nothing
Never recognize yourself.
With the declaration of numbers
A piece of torn cloud in the middle of the river
Suddenly the sail of the boat became;
There is no standing
No mast
Alone adrift in a wretched whirlpool.
The breath is coming out from the chest
I heard the destination address in the air
As soon as the rain jumps on the head of the storm
The footsteps of fierce battle filled my atrium.
I don’t have time to sleep now
Gritting my teeth
Looking for an edge
Gradually the clouds moved away
I saw a busy harbor in the distance.
____________________________________________
Want to try your hand at poetry? Email me at poeticiapoems@gmail.com
Featured image credits to PrompterMalaya on Pixabay
