The Sunken Ship

It is so hard to express what I feel. Most of the time, I end up writing my feelings in my diary or doing poetry. Writing helps make me feel better when I feel like I'm about to explode because I am holding in different emotions on the inside.

Below is a short poem I wrote three years ago. I don't know if people can understand the metaphor in this poetry or if people can even understand what I am trying to say. But if you do understand, let me know that I am not alone in sometimes feeling like I'm drowning in life.

"Aren’t you great,

Aren’t you a beauty

Just as you are brave

And carries such a bounty.

Moulded scrupulously,

But not without a flaw

Sailing all around painstakingly

until you can’t anymore.

Your facade still dazzling

Yet the insides slowly devolving

Discerned only for your excellence

And not solely for the gist of you.

Wave after wave,

There is no escaping the surge

Storm after storm,

You are constantly on a limp.

Such grace and honour you exude

But what is all that if you’re starting to sink?

Let it all out, but never abandon the ship

Take those water out before it seeps too deep

For you shouldn’t be remembered as once the magnificent

Yet now the sunken ship."