Reality floats in and out
As dreams fade so does hope.
Drugged into this new life,
I sit glazed and wondering.
Everything drifting in and out
Nothing stays in focus for long.
No grasp on present or past,
I am a floating soul
Lost with no direction.
I am left dying and drowning
Thoughts echo inside the empty cages of my body.
There is nothing left here.
Broken and shattered
no way to pick up the thousands of pieces.
I drift.
Insanity to normalcy
There is no end.. no beginning
Everything runs together
While I lie here staring at the ceiling
or is it the floor?
Drifting...
Nothing to hold on to..
No way to grasp what small part might be left.
I let go and give in
Drifting.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I really like how you use the term drifting. I feel that by giving in and allowing yourself to drift, you're letting a tightly wound control go and are giving in to what life has in store for you. As always, a good write. Just don't drift too far in one direction.
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This is a wonderful poem, I love how it flows. I'm sorry you are feeling this way, though. (((hugs))) Love you.
Krista
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