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!
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