over-chewed bubble gum

I lose the flavour of myself  
in isolation  
like over-chewed bubble gum  
there's a hint of what I was  
but everything else is stripped away  
 
Some days I don't know who I am  
I'm voiceless and silent  
and while I hold out a hand for myself  
it's like trying to make friends with my reflection  
we move in syncronicity  
but every movement is meaningless  
and better done without a mimicking audience  
 
Some days I write to find myself  
but my words are an echo  
and I'm the only who can hear
their fading whispers in the chasm  
 
I want to scream life into existence  
I want to tie a noose around the neck  
of loneliness and let it die  
because I am better off without it
coaxing me to an empty minded insanity
that has the gusto of groundhog day  
without the benefits of a do over
 
I lose the flavour of myself  
in isolation  
today I've lost the thread of who I am  
 
© Indie Adams 2022