Poetry Shenanigans - Drifter
Drifter
My friends were teaching me to pose, I guess I didn’t want to oppose. But all I wanted, Was to fade away into the background, Into the shadows, Like always. It never mattered before, I never mattered before. In the din, in the silence, As the clock ticked on, And life took it’s toll, I slipped further into the cracks, That widened considerably from before. Drowning, Ever so rapidly, Before I could wrap my head around it, I yelled, I screamed, I cried out initially. The force of those treacherous undercurrents, Ever threatening, Eternally thundering and pounding in my ears, I cried, I called out. Until I deemed, I realized, I was far beyond saving, And would rather drown, Than risk the lives of those I loved, Who stayed afloat. My head told me, It was time to let go, My heart told me, To fight those currents a little longer, To hold on a little while longer. To see those smiles, light up those faces, Light up those cracks, nooks and crevices, Now filled with pieces of me, Lost, scattered and dispersed, Over time and places.
SJ