Poetry

Adrift

“No matter what I do, silence follows me.
And I fear I’m drifting away.”

Words hang off the top of my tongue but there’s no air to make a sound. These words howl in my head as they claw at the surface like caged animals trying to escape. No matter what I do, silence follows me. Lacking the willpower to speak my mind and say honestly what I want or need, it feels as though I’m further separating myself from everything around me. Like a vessel with no sail or engine, completely at the whim of the current. Only, I have no idea how to stop or change this course.

© Sarah Doughty

Perhaps I am destined
to be lost.

4 thoughts on “Adrift”

  1. You definitely drift away by not saying anything. It’s not good to be stranded in the middle of the ocean with nothing to eat or drink. However, by distancing yourself from one place you might be bringing yourself closer to another.

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