My Sadness

It’s a sinking feeling, as if my existence doesn’t really matter

The longer I sit here, the farther away I feel

Hours pass by like minutes, and minutes pass by like seconds

Where has the day gone? Where have I gone?

It’s not that I’ve disappeared, but it’s as if the motivation behind my ability to tell my brain to do this action or that action no longer exists

I’m fading into the background,

As if a force of nature is zooming me out of focus

Now, I’m lost in my own mind, thinking on nothing

My heart no longer hurts, I’m just here

I may as well be a stagnant piece of furniture sitting in a room

The question that haunts me continues to pop up in my mind

What is my purpose?

Poem by Psyche

Poem written and copyrighted by S.L. Harris

©2018 S.L. Harris