my eyes see you
…my heart does not
intellect and memory
say you are someone I love
grappling for my feelings
empty hands baldly stare back at me
scraps of myself
scattered to the wind
crows pluck and carry pieces away
disassembling me
depersonalization or derealization
I wander between two deserts
how did I land here
…will someone please tell me
which way to the exit
silence answers with clean white pages
flipping into the breeze
in rising numbness
I am lost
an ocean washes through me
forceful waves steal my essence
leaving only skeletal ribs
where once stood a person
now a vacuous riddle
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Author:
GardenDelights (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Fortunately for me, my doctor said that my severe lack of sleep caused this and not a mental health problem with lasting effects. Sleep would resolve this.
- Category: Sad
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