Displaced

More depth than oceans of clouding blood
I've flailed in desperation, now I feel myself sink
Immune to how humans flirt with the opposition
Accepted something much more evil has taken form
I torment myself for the answers
Where have I missplaced all I own
The small fragments I could have carried,
I found my way to a lifeless void through missing links
I've scoured this place
How much difference does it make
Because I don't think I can ever be happy
Now I have lost all.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Aching, powerful words that paint an image of the darkest night... Your words voice a music of the soul that is flooded with pain... with regret... with hopelessness... I lived displaced for almost too many years, dear poet...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

deeper than an ocean's blood...depression can send us there...when we feel we have lost it all and can never be happy..

so Plath-like here...

intense, confessional...

the torment is felt..