From a Sinking Boat

In the middle of the night

With a sickening sound

This little boat

Ran aground.

The mast is twisted,

The hull is breached,

One more tide

And it'll be beached.

If I could walk

I'd walk away

But I haven't slept

since yesterday

The ink is sinking,

The page is blue,

And I can't read

a single word.

But know that I love you,

Know that I wrote

My last words to you

From a sinking boat