Into Oblivion

Credit: Ratna Pochiraju
In the murky watersNo one to stop his mission Toiled he tired old soulOn his way to a distant destinationOnly his wise eyes could fathom;Birds flew, away from his boatLeaving him to sail offInto the dark mistVaporizing life as it spread its armsInfluencing and inviting the old man Over and over again to embrace its gift, forNow was his chance to escape this cruel world.
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Note: The poem is written in Acrostic style. 

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