Feeling thoughts a little misguided

feeling leads as long
as reason permits
decisions made in heated
passion run blind of logic
rational emotion tends
to the paths of disarray
impulsivity agitates
the pond of reflection
corporeal sentiments
need not pay mind
situations dictate
expectations attained
by impartial inference.

Wayward sailing to sink

it started out
as a minor bump
slowly, methodically
with rhythmic reverberations
this bump
founded a crack
a hairs width
nothing to worry about
bump, bump
the crack fractured
rooting like a tree
still, no need to worry
this is all very minor
being gently pushed
has no effect
split in all direction
the slow pulsing waters
pressure a hole
okay, so some water
is trickling in but
i’ve got some buckets
big enough to scoop
out such amounts
then a storm hits
surprise
what started out as a
hair line crack has
evolved into a gap
stability compromised
the hull breached
water now gushes
in restless torrents
how did this happen
it was just a minor crack
i’m now sailing on a sinking
ship that i’ve sunk
i could blame the
ship builders for not
making a stronger ship
but i ignored the minor
repairs until i was drowning
to late for fixes and no
sense in abandoning ship
i’m at fault and will
sink with what i’ve got