The Road Not Seen

Everything is slow,
All a hazy dream 
Of poetry.
I left my world
For this one,
That makes me feel
Nothing.
Things float around
In viscous honey.
No cacophony 
Exists.
In this world
Where time isn't real 
And things just don't 
Make sense
And thoughts are too
Quick to catch.
What makes this world 
Any less unreal
Than the world provided 
By my high,
My mind,
Other's words
To drown in?
To drown in others sorrows
So my own are meaningless.
To drown so deep in someone else's
Numb
That it envelopes my own heart
Into a throbbing bleeding thing
That doesn't notice a thing.
To relinquish life
In exchange for serenity.
To exchange all feeling
For a state
When nothingness 
And everything
Are both the same.

Reviews

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Nice meaningful work, required the present situation.........