Drifting

Reality pricked It’s inner being
Killing any sense of joy.
The sorrow around was just too much
For a simple being as Itself to take,
Pain was excruciating
And any sense of direction left was plastered off
With the sadness of reality;
It poisoned It’s sense of judgement,
Slowly slaughtering
The recognizable form  happiness
And lifted any ray of hope
That sought to land across
The wave of It’s oceanic life.

Joy and anything good
The world seemed to offer seemed surreal.
Sadness seemed to be etched far deeper
Into It than anything else…Dreamlike,
Was the world, lacking colour and music,
It figured that floating was the only way
To survive the world,
Simply letting the wind carry It’s decisions…

Sustaining It’s hapless presence.
Drifting away…Drifting toward a dimension
That craved It’s presence…
Drifting…
Simply drifting
Through the shadow of life.
 Seeking things
It did not know of.