The Small Boat

Life in Short story OUR LIFE IS AS A SMALL BOAT CARRY IT UP WITH WHAT HELPS YOU IN YOUR JOURNEY BUT DO NOT INCREASE PAYLOAD SO AS NOT TO SINK

       In the small boat of mine

Float my dreams with me.

The river slides that boat.       
And the sun gradually setting.
Dim light reflection.
The place is quiet killer.
Sounds of the ongoing movement of water.
Sends me in the life.
Filling me with memories.
Smiling for what has passed.
Beautiful moments, gone.
I reviewed in my imagination.
The river is about to end.
And shelf means death.
But I haven't finished my memories.
Destiny waits for no one.
I approached to my doom.
But i don't care for it.
I am no longer alive.
I were lying as if a dead body.
On the deck of a piece of wood.
Yes. Yes.....ha!.
I've fallen from the top of the river.
And filled in the depths of the waterfall.
Am not trying to survive.
Am definitely dead.
How not and the waterfall.
Is driving me to sink.
I look like an addicted guy.
Drowning very slowly.
Delights the taste of death.
Enjoy what the life has left for.
I remembered the sound of a young child.
When he get up for life.
Wrestle on the first breath.
To share life with others.
But I wrestle on the last breaths.
What power has left in my bones.
To get one or two breaths .
One shiver I know.
What it indicates.
It seems to me after losing breaths.
And the heart and stopping for rotation.
That am now in the presence of the warden.
Deposited my lean body.
A beautiful sunken Dead.
Down in the black side of the river.
To rest in peace , goodbye.
Dear small boat.
Dear Peace.
Dear life.