Table of Sand

Table of Sand

A short poem generally describing the drug induced daze I was in and the sense of inability to to control my surroundings.

Spinning and spinning without direction
Leaning and falling without a net
Reaching hands grabbing at nothing

Clouds in the air without substance
Drifting aimlessly soon out of sight
Loss of control comes so easy
Gaining it back comes so hard

Life is a puzzle missing pieces
Resting on a table of of sand




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