I stare into a mirror and ask myself..
I ask my soul.....
Do you feel whole?...
My own response is labored...
bitter..
and low...
the sound shallow and slow...
a deep breath I'll take...
and exhale...
steaming the mirror my fear begins to swell..
blocking my face...
now fogged.
and set Adrift age old answers dwell...
Adrift on sails onwards...
thinking "Hell"..
I don't know myself...
and never will...
perhaps the answer is over the next swill?
How do I ask myself these questions yet never seem to feel?
at ease!..
time swells...
I'm adrift....
floating in the sea ....
I'm missing something...
something important to me...
somekind of kindred spirit...
it knocks loudly and awakens me
I raise my voice in a rant to find no mirror nor sea just the only single part left of me
beyond sanity...
not yet a whole
but a
dark and abismal
hole that I call me.
©crash33
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