Blank

I drift,

away, from what I know,

with heavy eyes,

I gaze beyond,

to something, lost,

I continue to tire,

but carry out,

the orders bestowed,

upon me,

by my headquarters,

I feel as if,

it's corrupted now,

so I write as if,

I cannot control,

my arm, even with,

no eyes upon me,

I expect a flood,

in a drought,

I search for land,

while I'm drowning,

beneath the waves.