Floating

A displaced soul drifts lackadaisically on a lukewarm tide Of drugged confusion Eyes blind and ears plugged with her own bewildered ramblings She does not know where she floats Nor how she came to be there Her mind is a murky haze A miasma of amnesia born of overwhelming strife She comprehends only the primal urgings of Self preservation The inebriated machinations of her heart & lungs As they keep her obediently alive Keep her coasting Everything else is a fog A shifting quicksilver illusion, swirling like clouds Obscuring love & passion & rage The islands of emotion she needs to reach The bedrock of comprehension & crucial human instinct Cruelly they elude her And still she drifts Limp spaghetti fingers grasping at straws At bottles of cheap wine & the soothing firefly Glow of cigarettes Caustic chemicals that inject her with false animation That spur her through the mists towards some kind of Clarity Until the cold dawn-spangled hands of sobriety drag Her back again A slap of reality right in the face And yet again there she is Drifting A puny twig, swirling on the goliath currents Of displacement and despair Swallowed up by cold grey infinity