Adrift

Thinking about how my mental process works inspired the final stanza, spawning the rest.

The horizon is hidden
by ever growing waves
of hands,
reaching,
yet untouched.

I am beaten down
with roaring swells
of laughter,
boisterous,
yet silent.

I cannot view the stars
beyond the flood
of tears,
guiding,
yet unseen.

I am adrift
amidst a bustling sea
of humanity,
surrounded,
Yet lost.