A little thought
I've often wondered,
Often without consequence,
Is what will pass
When you give up
And leave me with no relevance-
No thoughts to think,
No lives to save-
Just standing by your open grave.
Last night, I thought
This thought I think-
Of what will cause your ship to sink.
My soul, it screamed,
But I said naught.
What good are words
When there will be
No morning?
