“What the hell is wrong with me? I feel like I’m going insane.”
Her words spoke to each of us, all locked within her pain.
Stuck in limbo, time’s meaning lost,
Eternity couldn’t pay the cost.
Lost deep inside where nothing’s real,
Detached and numb, nothing to feel.
Without warning, a momentary lapse,
Jerked into consciousness, falling prey to traps.
The ever-present danger is all around.
Quiet, now, don’t make a sound.
Panic manifests in gasps for breath.
What is this crazy dance with death?
Mind gone blank.
No time to delineate,
Everything fades in that dreamlike state.
Soothe her fears,
Calm her tears,
Just make sure she perseveres.
I had another lengthy post written out for today; but in the end, the Critic won out. I left that post on private. My apologies, but I worry about sharing too much negativity here. No sense in “beating a dead horse with a stick.” I’m attempting to push through this creative block by writing poetry. Sometimes, that works. This poem describes what dissociation feels like to me.
I also want to share two songs I’m kind of stuck on right now:
Disturbed — The Sound of Silence < Probably one of the best covers of this song I have ever heard!
AWOLNATION – Hollow Moon (Bad Wolf) < This one — just because I love it, and my “Bad Wolf” is craving attention. (Good luck deciphering that.)