Adrift

     One thing you may not know about me is that for several years I wrote poetry.  Looking at it now, I can't even say it was good poetry, though people have liked it (they may have just been humoring me at the time, I can't be sure. LOL)  Well, today I got the urge to grab my pen and dabble at bit.  Here's what developed:

ADRIFT

Floating, hovering aimlessly
No destination, no anchor to hold me
Drifiting away with nowhere to go

Hazy & dreamlike, doesn't seem real
Like being half asleep but can't wake up
Which way to turn, I don't know

Each step feels heavy
Like walking in mud or on clouds
Don't want to lift my legs

Sleep envelops my soul
I'd rather dream
The effort to move, overwhelming

Keep my eyes closed, afraid to see
Just feel the breeze, but not the pain
Too easy to fade away and forget I existed

The sunshine heats my skin yet hurts my eyes
Head full of thoughts
Longing to be free on the wind

Trapped in my own cage, one I built myself
Locked and bound in a tiny cocoon
Counting down to nothing, no transformation ahead

Just nothingness, sameness, endless cycles
No purpose, no worth, no answers
Moving towards the wall

Blank empty stretches of wall to wall white
No color, no changes, no hope

The urge to spin tempered by the urge to collapse
Again, unable to decide which
My mind screams in confusion

I should be happy with what I have
I should embrace it all
Yet I don't, I can't

I want more, I want less
I want to know what I want
Too much is never enough

And the floating continues...
One day I'll reach the sky
Or crash on the rocks