Lost

Just going through one of those bad times and this poem came out of it.

Oh for a tast, just one taste, oh yes please,
Please, I beg of you, numb my aching heart?
This weight, so heavy, brings me to my knees,
Violently shaking, I’m torn apart.
Silently seeking the solace I need,
I drink from the sea named ‘Oblivion’.
Numbness pervades, with soporific speed,
My senses, awakening this Zion.
Lost in the transition, ‘twixt I and me,
Is the state of being, in which I find
Myself so animated, endlessly
Marooned, lost, so deep within my own mind.
What I’ve said, let there be no mistaking,
Self-death, a 'Nirvana' it will ne’er bring.