Drown

Sun, 03/06/2016 - 00:20 -- Yakeen

Like a river of moving sand 

I see my identity in constant motion

I see a person I'm familiar with 

And I see a mere reflection 

On a shattered mirror 

Someone who I'm not familiar with 

peeks into the abyss of my very soul,

seems to draw me in 

and then throw me out 

Am I the reflection? 

Or am I the real me?

The one I know and always see?

OH! LORD!

This version of my existence is fading away 

and i am beginning to fall

i have become a physicality 

devoured of meaning 

a being without a solid reality 

everytime i feel like i got a grip on my thought i lose

the grip 

i lose 

the thought 

i lose myself 

i lose... who? 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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