• I stumble around aimless,
    Never knowing my destination,
    Helpless, lost, without knowledge of my past or present.

    My past, much like a book with pages missing,
    Flash before my minds eyes,
    In fragments of lost memories.

    I, like the free fall of rain, driven with a force not my own,
    Land in a place strange and unforgiving,
    All I can do is accept this fate.

    I writhe and cry in silence,
    Desperate, hopelessly clinging, clawing through an invisible wall,
    Longing for the feeling of comfort.

    Uneasy in this flesh imprisonment,
    I touch with hands not my own,
    I smell but always the scents lay just beyond my grasp.

    This indifference reminding me of a darker time,
    A time when these same senses betrayed me in every way,
    Leaving me with false hope.

    I feel I’m looking through eyes behind a thick veil of fog,
    All of these unexplained feelings I have yet to understand,
    With all of my will, I try to connect with this existence.

    Swaying with the effort,
    Darkness closing in around me,
    Maybe yet I will triumph,
    Win my refuge over these cruel torments of the soul.