detachment

oh how we’ve changed

yet deep down we’ve stayed the same

i am still running away  from  fear in an attempt

to convince my body it is safe

although most days

my mind will quietly unlatch itself

from the rest of me

i leave my shell

to float above their heads

they will poke and prod me

convinced that i am dead

keeping me around for a while

until they get tired

and utterly sick

of entertaining my corpse

too dull for remorse

i am detached from myself

how far i’ve drifted off course

i hope you can forgive me.

 

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