Raft Among Rough Tides

Just as those rough tides create chaos in waters deep,

And hinder smooth sailing of a raft .

So lately have been my state of mind adrift,

Not knowing I proceed among confusions creep.

Vast sea without an ebb and flow till fall asleep,

Relieving this rigid self my spirit is aloft.

In such conditions I scroll my final draft,

Forever and ever with a heart that

stopped to beep.

Tomorrow when sea regains tranquility,

That raft in splinters disposed.

Such a havoc caused by winds in magnanimity

A few planks so widely opposed,

By sea waves haughty

And then dead of silence reposed.