Daily Prompt · Poetry

Unmoored Feeling.

One night, I woke up with this fear,

That I may live up to see just another year,

My throat quenched with this thought,

It’s the only truth I cannot hear,

Sand was slipping from my shaking hands,

All I am able to see are blurred and moving lands,

The fact that I am left with least of time,

Rang in my ears like storm hit the wind chime,

I survived seventy years of war against my own mind,

And there was no way to win, that I could find,

My scarred mind and heart was not healing,

And I gave up against the Unmoored feeling.

-Cein Bee

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