A lost Frame

This poem is about lost perception and clarity, losing of ones mind

A lost Frame


Who am i but a passsenger,
Who am i but a shell.
A pitter patter of voices
Precipitate from Hell.
My consciousness is broken
Unite me with some clarity?
My perception moves like a waterfall
Never finding a steady seat.
Like a river i wander
into something never complete.
Answers drawn in patterns
We should never understand.
They fall into holes of logic
And slip right through my hand.
Depths of concept drown my mind
Till im swimming in judgement
that leaves the world behind.
The walls mirror the diminishing truth;
Reality is stolen and i remain aloof.