I was a luxury ship,
with pools, water slides and bars,
my sailors loved me,
they would often come to my deck,
to enjoy views of the island
until that ill-fated day
when they were running away from me.
I didn’t know what exactly happened,
I hit a hard surface, a rock or something solid
when a gash of water started to sink me,
I was unable to breathe properly
but nobody cared,
they boarded lifeboats and abandoned me.
I was all alone,
fighting the waves
in a vast, enormous sea
cried “mayday”, “mayday” multiple times
but nobody heard me.
they say it’s my captain’s fault
because he left me
for my safety
or for me,
I was shivering with cold,
to remain afloat
but all they remembered was,
who went down with me.
sometimes, I feel ‘’me’’ is a very insignificant pronoun,
perhaps made to lessen the importance of a being,
I was a being
unfortunately, not a human being.
Fizza Abbas is a writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her work has appeared in more than 90 journals, both online and in print. Her work has also been nominated for Best of The Net and shortlisted for Oxford Brookes International Poetry Competition 2021. She has also authored two books, Ool Jalool (Fahmidan Publishing) and Bakho (Ethel Press). Aside from writing, she runs a YouTube channel where she interviews poets and zine editors. She tweets @fizzawrites.