There's days when i'm lost, stranded in thought,
hours of contemplation, still out of sorts.
Images capture my mind, ruminating over and over each time.
whirlpools of words scattered in darkness,
collaborating, sabotaging, enebriating my vastness.
Good floats, wisdom gloats, amoungst the emptiness,
trespassing negitiveness tries to black out,
rational thinking, grounded reasonings, is a safe house.
What transpires, or influences these patterns,
is it the magnetic pull from the glowing lantern.
Rising, growing brighter until its full,
influencing tides with all its pull.
could the moon be the culprit, that keeps me churning within,
is it coinsendence, that it happens each time,
or paranoid dillusions, playing with my mind.
surely i'm right, this is the answer to my cries,
a logical reality, persuaded by.
time and unforeseen occurrence befall us all,
This is my challenge, to be stronger of coarse.
shrowded in want, sometimes I crawl,
try to stand, stumble and fall.
Day's can be fine, I'm on top of the world,
rug is pulled from under my feet, again lying in dirt.
up and down, up and down,
take each day as it comes, I'm not alone.
Poem and photos by Sanddrift