Words Of a Feather

As I sink in the ocean, nothing is present

Not the waves washing all over me like a dream

Not the pokes and burns of the sand

Not the salt dancing all over my wet body

But I’m pulled through for eternity

Why am I being pulled forever?

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I’m doing this to myself

As I see the same seashells and crabs on the ocean floor

A floor I’ve yet to touch

As I see the same seashells and crabs on the ocean floor

A floor I’ve yet to touch

As I see the same seashells and crabs on the ocean floor

A floor I’ve yet to touch

Why is it the same?

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The world sits still for me

Where joy and sadness ran away

There’s but a lily and a clock in the empty room

In the empty ocean

Where words still conform to make meaning

Rush to bake pencils

Defenestrate to climb cowboy

Verb to verb noun

Why does this make no sense?

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I try to find something fun or fulfilling

Yet I’m lost in the wind

No rollercoasters, no friends,

No trouble, no comfort,

No solitude, no family

Ever prompt a smile or a frown

Art, music, poetry, dance, writing, nature

Ideas, philosophy, psychology, morality

All that incite passion to pierce through my heart

Make me pretend to be entertained until I think about how I am

Energy is wasted, but mine is never spent

Yet this leaves me to wonder

Where is my soul?

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Nowhere

Can I find my morals shining through

Like everyone else appears to see me?

No more inclination to help

No more desire to compliment

More prone to little, white lies when the truth isn’t interesting enough

I spit more crude “jokes” that bemuse everyone besides me

Refusal to complete tasks I so formerly would do

For misguided actions aren’t compelling enough for me to go down the right path

As indifference is the only difference in who I am now and who I was several years go

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I don’t know

For now, my world has stopped

And I am the cause