further gone

     
     
     
    do you know what it's like, to feel like a caged animal that hardly gets any sunlight; confined within a room-like, it might as well be 24 hours of moon light;    
     
    emotions stirring one minute-numb to the touch the next-one minute feeling lonely-next minute psychologically vexed;    
     
   a mess; but the mind can only afford to be but so pressed and needs to rest-to decompress;    
     
   going through the motions-living moment to moment; nothing feels "real"-but did things really ever....    
     
   disoriented-a way of life it seems; surrounded by everything functioning like at a dangerous high speed.... interactions with other human beings becoming much more like jumping out of a moving vehicle-a tragedy....    
     
  reaching for something to hold on tight to as to not fall deep without room for "recovery";    
 that's where this thing comes in "they call" "writing" "poetry...."    
     
  from far gone- to further gone.... this is part of the machine maintaining some form of "life" in.... me....