Who Are Left

left alone in the daily clutter

all of me both everywhere and nowhere

I see the memories in all of it

but i don't see me, i don't see what i believe is me

You keep me pleading for air

always leaving me faded and chilled

I took myself out of my life for you

and now i'm sitting here with my tattered self

asking myself if my dream was too small

if im too small 

if I don't swelter the air around me

if it's my fault for thinking too much about it

if I'm going to pick up all the pieces

or am I going to leave some of me behind

left behind like so much of my life

still getting some cigs

left on the fields with a ball in my hand

it rained so long that night

I forgot how i got home

if i was home

who am i again

I've floated in the currents of others I've forgotten how to stem the tide

so how do i put the compass in my hands

see which is up since i can start swimming

or I'm trapped with Calypso in a rocky current

On a great Odyssey

we are all I think

drifting endlessly

at poseidon's whims and gestures

expect I don't think we ever wash up at home

home will be more elusive than any triumph

that sense of belonging

a sweet sun warmed smile

I will never find it

and it will never find me

I think we're all driftless endless in an ocean

always trying to find our way back to our family

but we've drifted so far

the waves just consume us

That's what I say

but I'm not sure what i think

who knows what means though

i don't even remember my name

Author's Note

looking for any comments, a few of the I's are left uncapitalized on purpose, but if you feel it disrupts the flow, im always looking for comments

oh the title is also mispelled on purpose

Reviews

[Tamika]

Wow. The imagery you have provided is wonderful, you really tell a story in this poem. So heartbreaking, and sadly so relatable for many of us. Your poem was quit though provoking and written wonderfully.

[UlyssesS]

thank you so much for the praise, ill be sure to post more

[Poetic Beauty]

To feel like you don't have control over your own life is miserable and scary. To feel like you are barely treading water. Great imagery in this piece

[UlyssesS]

thank you for commenting!