My mind refuses contact,
Afraid it would go bad.
I wander around feeling empty,
This ship is sinking.
What do I want from life?
A reason to live?

The nakedness of this state bends me,
To remain clueless.
A new reason to feel empty,
A laugh from the corner.
What is inside of me?
I see no potential, no life, only barren ground.
My tears dry up even before they start to fall.
Who am I searching for?
No…. not love, but understanding.
Something no one has given me till now.
I search in vain, she says.
But how long do I wait?
Dragging my bent frame around,
This ship is half-sinking.