Lost
Its only and me alone,
Piloting the ship called hard-ship.
No crew, no stowaway, it’s just me.
Can it get any easier; navigating the waters, the straits and sea?
I am in the blink of giving up, my heart heavy than an anchor.
I have no control, my rudder of life has malfunctioned.
The sea has robbed me the love of my life and my beacon of hope.
Dear LORD restore the meaning of life.
Copyright © Elias Mwangi | Year Posted 2023
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