Drifting

Drifting No anchor attached Drifting Sinking Foundations of sand Chained thoughts became prisons Drifting Going with the flow Feel no center to my soul I am detached and Drifting Floating Terrified Cause I no longer have the illusion Of control Exhausted From the struggle Emptied Of energies Drifting Back home From my second book of poems – Poems for the Little Room – Lulu, 2012 likeheartlaughterwowsadangry0

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