A Drifting Part of Me

A Drifting Part of Me

A Drifting Part of Me – a poem to describe a feeling I get with worded visual cues of what it can feel like in my mind

 

I recall a feeling like dying,

I found myself a forgotten memory.

An oblivion of flying,

Everything lost in drudgery.

A letter read unopened,

A fish on a line.

In a vast dark ocean,

To a boat where man does occupy.

Who I am decided can be by you,

My fate imaged by a mirror.

What am I supposed to do,

When eye’s can’t see me any more or less clearer.

Now only two puzzle pieces remain,

Simple is the edge on one.

Though I can’t get two sides to fit the same,

I see my reflection in eight billion.

Pairs of eyes harassing the sky,

Gentle taps or war machines.

Feel the same but, in disguise,

When all but one want to bring me to my knees.

All forms of man can judge and sentence me,

Not even a part of my life comes for free,

How is this even done?

They do it far too easily,

An infinity undone.

 

[Written: 2025-08-19]

4 responses to “A Drifting Part of Me”

  1. DeadSoliloquy avatar
    DeadSoliloquy

    Projection, I deal with it all of the time. It’s been the bane of my existence. Nice lines in there and entirely relatable.

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    1. Adam (Tanster1080) avatar
      Adam (Tanster1080)

      Thank you for the comment. I have changed a couple of lines to account for the projection, I couldn’t get rid of it all. We are judged and do judged people on things out of our control. There is no one at fault, and we can’t blame it on the world. But, it happens, so I needed to word it, if even for my own sake.

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      1. DeadSoliloquy avatar
        DeadSoliloquy

        Well, while I disagree slightly I do agree that living in bitterness about it is definitely no way to live. Best to only manage and correct our own self. 🙂

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        1. Adam (Tanster1080) avatar
          Adam (Tanster1080)

          Maybe it could be bitter, maybe it could be mournful, maybe I could be talking about myself, or a past self that I lost with misguided decision – who knows what goes on in the craziness that is a mind, let alone one that has been diagnosed. I do appreciate the sentiment that was intended though, and though I find it’s not always easy or possible to do, I agree we should be positive with our outlooks on life.

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