Passing moments stuck with memories of lost life
slowly dripping in the nothingness of another day
in brief moments of happiness that refuse to stay.
Silence seeps through cracks unconditionally open
listening for a heartbeat as proof of being alive
enmeshed in others web while unable to decide.
A loss of the extreme emotions captivating my muse
as I become an observer more than being outspoken
dreams of eternal love carelessly dropped and broken.
Mimicking life becomes another way to be forgotten
just letting go of any intents or steer away I refuse
when in the middle of all drifting is what I choose.
This poem was inspired by something I posted back in August. You can find it here- http://thestormswithin.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/drifting/