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

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