TO BE LOST

To be lost in a world of crying confusion; bewilderment, fear and drug induced delusion. The world around you just comes and goes, drifting through fog and dense falling snow. Every beat of your heart sends a dizzying pulse of tainted blood, too strong to repulse. The ground beneath your aching feet starts to tremble…

TO BREATHE

I sit by day, recline by night, trapped in a dying world, a passenger in a cocoon that sways and swoons from room to spinning room. Looking out onto a world so slowly shrinking, a vignette mist; a frustrated fist and a heart that has to resist. To breathe… to live… Bravely beseeching thinning air;…