But I am not here

I feel like a projectile without a path. A bullet misfired. The intensity of my heart beating rocks my body back and forth like a crib. Numbed by medication the panic comforts me to the calming echo of a forgotten scream. Somewhere I know who I am, be it in the ignorance of my past or the wisdom of my future. But I am not here.

Reviews

[Rye]

Now this is totally awesome, I really like this one a lot.

[Einstein Noodle]

oh man! i feel such anguish in these words ... we all get lost at times...unable to find sure footing ..but this expression is almost beyond the breaking point ..a penetrating and bone chilling read for me Lucia ..raw and honest to a fault
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[Lucia]

this means a lot to me

[TheRavensWoods]

Wow, this poem hit me really hard. Just the honest truth of it was stunning, like a blow. So often I feel like I am somewhere else when everyone around me seems so sure in the now. Amazing job with this poem.

[Lucia]

I was worried the pacing lacked delicacy, but love how you phrased it "like a blow", thank you