My overloaded boat

My boat is overloaded
with possessions, for them, 
I had denied seats to 
human beings; heavy, it 
cannot keep afloat, neither 
can it sail anymore; I was
taken aback to see water
piercing through a little crack.

I wish I had a hand, that
could take me to the shore.
Chattels, just mere weights,
I am throwing the wealth,
one by one, but all in vain, 
for it's far too late.

I cannot heal the hole,
my wound, I realized that
the things don't have the means,
the wherewithal,
to carry me to the bank.

Crying out for help,
my crown sank in shame.