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/


4 thoughts on “Drifting

  1. Desiree G says:

    I know all about drifting. Beautiful write. Thank you for sharing!

  2. noreia says:

    Mimicking life … I know that one. 😉

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