Poems of the lost

what changed?

music was a haven
its words spoke to me
it filled me with depth and feeling
helped me understand people

I could tap to the beat
learn the songs
write my own
share my story

but nowadays you'll see me in the
bus
hallways
room
anywhere

and I'll be
distant
dissociated
day 'dreaming'
dazed
drugged on the feeling of unreality

because now music isn't my home, my haven
its my escape