Drifting

A poem about dark times in life.

Adrift at sea in a vessel I cannot pilot

  I am slave to the current's every whim

  The ebony skies meet the inky swells

  Where does one end and the other begin?

Dreams of a pale expanse o'erhead have deserted me

  This endless blackness is all I know now

  The hands of the clock no longer grip me

  I long to escape, but I don't know how.

The rivers of my eyes have overrun their borders

  My craft rides the liquid gusts all alone

  Isolation seems my sole companion

  The love of a friend is a thing unknown.

I am shattered like a bottle embraced by a brick

  Fragments of my world litter the skiff's floor

  Powdered years that can never be reclaimed

  And the dust of hours which shall be no more.

Tears are the bleeding of the soul, and mine has bled out

  What-ifs and could-have-beens haunt my sleeping,

  Swarming memories vex my awakeness

  Can something be re-made from these sweepings?