A Narrow Escape

A close encounter with dissociating, last night.

Can feel my eyes

Losing their focus

As I look

At your writing.

Like a sense of vertigo

Everything swirls around me

As my body sways

To its own rhythm.

Transporting me

To another world

Far away

From here.

Struggling

To keep afloat

Else lose myself

To the rising tide

Of dissociating.

Where everything exists

In a huge cloud

Of white static

Consuming all.

And time

Has no meaning

Beyond its passing

Unmarked.

And yet

This time

I did escape your clasp

Before you consumed me.

Feeling drained

And weakened

For doing so.

Reviews

[Peyton]

I really liked this poem because it reminds me of when I get lost in a good book and have a hard time making room for anything else because its so difficult to tear myself away from it. On top of that its a great metaphor for love and the pain it brings
Thanks for the read!
-Peyton

[therisa]

Thank you, Peyton. Sadly, unlike losing yourself, in a book, or love, dissociating can be lethal to me, and the people, around me. If it happens, at the wrong place and time.