my brain is mush
my eyes are blank
my hands are shaking
my lips are bleeding
my knuckles are cracked
my knees are skinned
my hair is tangled
my body is damp with sweat
i can't breathe
i can't hear
i can't feel
i can't think
but the thing is
that i don't care anymore
everything is floating away from me;
it's like i am in an ocean
and my life is packed away into
little cargo boxes
which are floating helplessly
across the boundless sea
the more i watch them,
the more they bump, and sway
and jostle, and careen,
the less hope i have
of ever recovering them
the farther away they get,
the less my hands reach out
to grasp their wooden edges,
and the less i long
to feel them in my arms once more
my shaking body leaves me breathless
and i'm afraid that soon i'll sink
like an anchor
to the depths of this black ocean
because those goddamn boxes
that are my life
are floating away into the darkening,
stormy sea
soon i will be the remains
of a shipwreck;
forgotten memories and
lost dreams
shattered upon the stony shore
