Disassociated

 

Shiver in the dead night.

Love not sat in the sky,

hope not twinkling bright.

Just the ink blot imagery

projecting bad thoughts

and strained memory

through the expanding eerie light.

 

Your spirit walks on.

Unaware

that your body

left so long ago,

lungs no longer

breathing air.

Heart buried

in an unmarked grave.

Yesterday no longer remains where

you thought you left it.

Where it is you are unaware.

 

Your consciousness shivers

in and out of the shimmering air.

Still cold. Ice spills where

your footprints should appear.

A murkiness fills 

every inch of atmosphere

encircling your wavy form.

Disassociated from everything.

 

Body nowhere to be seen.

Nobody sees where you've been,

no body where 

you search through the glassy sheen. 

A glossy red smear

on yesterday. gossamer 

thread starts to tear.

Broken thoughts

 run through your head.

Is this what it feels like to be dead?

Disassociated.

 

 

 

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