Tides rush down my face and through my soul;
some of anger, some of anguish, some of no description at all.
These emotions are all-consuming;
but times, like tides, are progressing to a notable point.
The moment lets me freeze inside an infinite thought;
an idea, a theory, an unwritable hypothesis,
concluding in the casting out of one by another;
excluding nothing but the understanding of one by another.
I am sedated and boxed-in
like a racehorse in transport.
My thoughts become locked in
a monumental wrestling match, vying for support.
creates in my envirosphere
a startlingly cruel sensation
and brings a crude realisation: I know not my purpose here.
To whom it may not concern
Why is the sunshine constantly evading me?
I stand somewhere and I physically see it fade away.
It floats off to another place away from me,
and I shiver in the gloomy darkness day after day.