It is all I have and it won't do
Presently just a mast and myself
Bailing with detached Feelings
As the vessel slips from view.
The blue waters represent the demands
The weight of the responsibility
My expression is out of place
Instead of determination and despairation
I'm staring off, hugging the mast
One hand bailing to pour right back to the sea.  
The mast slowly slipping from grasp,
Me, failing to save a sinking ship, myself or even to stay true to the bottom.
What is wrong with me?  I need to correct these detached Feelings before everything, me, everything comes to ruined.