I wrote a poem last night for the first time in years and I decided I would share it here.
I’m neither seen or unseen, just existing.
This point where clouds of confusion circle and leave me in a dizzy mess.
Neither feeling or caring, just simply going through the motions.
Life’s little moments left me in a subtle strangle of discontent.
An all consuming emotion.
Left misunderstood, yet no one bothered understanding.
And I start again.
My days are some where stuck in this in-between.
No passing or reminiscing,
Just giving in to this sick feeling that nothing ever changes but never stays the same.