If Darkness Could – It Would Speak

Day after day the spark of trust cultivates in me,
I en route for the sea.
With the expectation that I would get more,
But nothing could be gained near the shore.
The voluptuous hefty waves as a cat seize upon me and my yacht,
Pushes me to a timid mark.
The only witness is the murky night,
If the darkness could, it would speak and fight.
My life is death-defying and unsafe,
My life is rundown and concave.
Concave is to swallow all heartbreaking,
Concave is to assimilate all nerve-racking.
My life is fish out of water,
No one has inclusion and no one bother.

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