The Worst Voyage of Saving Soul

Bon voyage, my babies.
Sail self-esteem to the hidden sea.
Thus, this ghost could not distort inner me,
Even though its shell would never be free.

Load the ship with my past happiness
Immediately during this crusade.
Although nothing lefts but the lifelessness,
Joy may survive to derive after the darkness.

Then hide in a missile, my ambition,
Fire it out to space to rest at Titan.
Hope for a next reincarnation,
Reincorporate all pieces back to one.

Bon voyage, all babies.
And I forget why to live, entirely.


Daily Prompt: Voyage

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