AdriftA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenOften life circumstances leaves people feeling cut off entirely.I am so far from
myself, so cut off from my
soul, from the
mother craft I need a
pressure suit to survive. I cannot
breathe the air that
surrounds my corpse for it has
no oxygen. I float, drifting in
the space created by
dreams and expectations, and a
balloon that burst
long ago, releasing
putrid gasses, and casting
me into the black
solar depths of despair. The
atmospheric pressure, the very
gravity of it, presses into
my lungs crushing all
hope. Thus I
wander in a dense, primordial
fugue, my memories
of life now extinct. And I am
lost deep in this
abyss, and cannot
find my way back to
earth. 25/10/19. © 2019 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 25, 2019 Last Updated on October 25, 2019 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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