Missing
I continue to be,
alive, tolerably,
the morning arrives,
the night speeds past,
the air stays as stagnant as it ever was,
The heat,
of the sun,
the cool,
of the breeze,
is lost to my skin,
my thinking is slow,
I walk without reason,
without aim or excitement,
I close my eyes, but cannot sleep.
The mornings are empty,
the day is another,
the night is another,
the light is another,
this time is another's
Here I am,
yet I am missing.