Oldest Friend
Clinging onto the life with weak threads Watching the darkness that everywhere spreads How far can I survive with threads like these? Scared to breathe and afraid of underlying seas Seas that are deep and wild and horribly angry Thousands of lives they eat and still hungry And the threads in my hands are breaking quickly My struggle is making the waves smile meekly They are ready to engulf my body and soul Touching eagerly to take in the whole How far should I try to survive? How long should I even thrive? The winds are dangling my fragile frame And I am trying to stick with no shame How far should I stick here though? Waiting for the threads to all go? One big thunder will strike suddenly And I'll fall in the sea abruptly I'll drown deep inside struggling for breath Just to hug my oldest friend, the death!