Fading Away

This is one of the very first poems I ever wrote. I did put this onto some blog at some point, and then for some reason I never put any other of my poems up. I still cannot find a reason to put the others up; but somehow I need to put this one up again. It marks the start of my expressing myself.

I have sailed too far from my base,
I feel there is no hope for my case.
I have sailed through a very thick fog,
Oh God, my ship is nothing but an old worn log.

The waves pound at me from left to right,
Nothing in life seems to be going right.
I feel I am not wanted my dove,
I am definitely in the wrong waters my love.

I know something wrong was done,
I did it to myself, believe it my love.
My guiding stars are all worn out,
Or maybe they just don’t want to shine out.

It does not matter, I will hold on to my log,
If that is all I have left in life, it is still my ‘fracking’ log.
I may die tonight, or I may see tomorrow,
It does not matter: I am too far for anyone to sorrow.