Disconnected
Unattached
That's how I feel
Out of whack
Out of touch
Out of time
Out of umph
While in my prime
I feel but I don't feel it
I see but I don't see it
I hear but I don't hear it
I'm here but I'm not here yet
I'm cold
I'm so cold
But I say I'm okay
Because I don't feel it
Unattended
Unattached
Disconnected
Like a crack
My emotions
My confessions
My transgressions
My progression
There's a cloud in my head
There's a fog in my brain
There's a mist on the ground
There's the noise of a train
Pull the plug, kick the bucket
Sever the tie, jump the gun
I hear all this but that's not me
I stil want to stay and have fun
I look at your face
But I just see fog
I look to the sky
But it's covered in smog
I know you're there
But I just don't feel you
And though it feels grey
It's meant to be blue
Disconnected from the inside
Unattached to the outside
That's how I feel at the moment
Out of whack and so confused
Sever the tie
Until you become
Completely
Unattached
YOU ARE READING
The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoesíaThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! Poetry is my way of saying: AAAAAA HELP...
