Am I Adrift… ?
Like the moon In the crimson skies
like the severed wood from a ship
Or lost in the forest without a compass
No haven to reach

Is this solitude, seclusion
Or No place to be
Incarcerated in the mind and soul
No light can be seen
No people to cheer on
No challenge to conquer
No place to sleep

Then people say
You are to lucky to be
To be here, to have family
Which family
The one which set me adrift
Or the land that exasperates me

Some say there is no moon or wood adrift
It’s just the soul
I say
I’m too tired to move
Too broken to conceive