Poem for RDP Wednesday: Blast

This is how I’m feeling this afternoon. A small adjustment in my regular medication is messing with my head, and since I needed to write anyway, I wrote about it.

 

Disconnected now

I spiral out, where phantom zephyrs blow,

 

Driving my life-line

Beyond my deadened grasp; I am resigned

 

To drift here past

All company, alone, but for the blast

 

Of comets in the dark;

Untethered orphan drifting from her barque,

 

I am now lost

Out in the mental universe and tossed,

 

An astronaut at sea,

Prey to my inner haunts. I am not free.

 

~H