Fleeting Days
She drifts in the Sea of Apathy,
floats in the vast Ocean Of Ennui,
for life she's lost the capacity,
only in sleep she finds herself free.
Reality she has rejected,
fleeting days are too swift to embrace,
in sleep she feels safe and protected,
life's troubling and too hard to face.
Disengaged, distant and absent,
precious moments are passing her by,
her soul is a chamber of torment,
even she cannot understand why.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2010
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