The Abandoned Ship
I sail on this abandoned ship
Which sails no more,
The wind stops its howling
And the ship already left the shore.
No communications, no captain
I march on in this sea,
Proudly blowing the trumpet
Only for the flares to be seen.
The ship itself is nothing
But a crack of my careless memory,
The only hope I have—
To break the loneliness in me.
But I understand that
This ship will sink,
But hope is poison,
And poison is my last drink.
I sail on this abandoned ship
Searching for this addiction I have—
The greed for hope, search of pure water
My last chance to break my abnormality.
The writer is a class 7 student at Dhaka Residential Model College.
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