Drift Wood

Sign on the road

Turning the tide,
   our emotions wash out;
Maybe the sign on the side of the road
   was not enough warning -
I cannot bear to look across
   the bridge.
No more missing pieces of
   my mind scattered amongst the
   debris and driftwood;
I lost so much, there is no
getting it back.

Mythical Reality

The myth of reality
   grows ever larger...
Where i want to be feels
   like light years away.
Light fades into darkness -
   all that was familiar
   now turns to the unknown.
The next step is one that
   i don't want to take.

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