A speck beyond the moon... A lesion of time. I wonder who I am... What am I to find. Sleep used to be my long time friend... It is lost to the stars, my days never end. The meds. I am given should awaken me... Yet, I feel the same, I'm still not me. To reach out and touch the softness of my skin... To reach out and feel that I am whole again. People do try to speak to my soul... Why can't they just leave me alone? Nobody knows what it feels to be me... I wish I were here, hapless and free. But, I am not here, my thoughts are lost... Someday I will melt, with the cold winters frost...
Reason for writing:
Not my best, but it doesn't matter...my mind's turned to mush right now.
Birth sign: Gemini
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