A Different Kind Of Lost: And Other Poems

A Different Kind Of Lost

A Different Kind of Lost

Time passes, but I cannot tell

I’m here, but I’m somewhere else as well

I can still think, my fingers are busy

I know that I’m lost, but I want to be

I smell salty air, but I’m still at home

I see a ship’s crew, but I’m all alone

A song’s in the air, but it’s all in my head

I can taste blood, but I know I’m not dead

As the cover is closed, it comes back to me

I’m on my couch, not on the high seas

My journey is done, though it never began

A book can take you places where nothing else can