Castaway

I speak to you in verses, fencing for my life From the crevasses of my shaken soul come about lost voices I neglected to hear, fragments of piercing awareness I inadvertently forgot, deranged feelings wrapped around my throat like a silk scarf forcing me to breathe deliberately, disorganized nonsense pouring out of my buzzing brain sweeping away everything I believed certain. Chunks of lucid thoughts emerge braving the weather, survivors in a stormy ocean of overwhelm I am left stranded among the bewildering remains of an inner shipwreck wondering how much of it you too can see.