I'm loosing my mind.
My mind has far gone away,
Like a distant memory,
It fades slowly.
Slowly into the sounds of distraught whispers,
Whispers who have indistinct, yet distinct critical tones.
My matter is quiet too,
Bustling between the prison walls,
Those walls of my skull.
Pounding, crying against those once thick borders,
Borders that are now broken,
Broken now, and breaking me apart into nothing,
Nothing and yet a something still remains,
There's matter here, but nothing which matters has remained.
Who am I?
I'm not me.
Where am I?
I'm not here anymore.
My mind has wandered to some ancient sea,
Where all the troubled souls go to be,
Be not at peace.
Oh there are so many.
So many souls to see,
So many who seek,
Seeking anything,
Seeking answers.
What have I become?
Set me free.
Oh, can't you see?
Please,
Don't let my mind flee.
Because once it does,
I'll be lost,
For ever left alone to never be me.
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Sorry my grammar is nonexistent and that this poem actually makes no sense. I know it's horrible.
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