The Imposter
Standing here as I try to cope,
I find that I have moved beyond all hope.
Lost, alone, in despair,
There’s nothing left, nothing there.
Waves of fatigue wash over me,
Like being lost alone in an empty sea.
The fog surrounds me, body and soul.
I wonder when, if ever, I will be made whole.
Struggling to find light in the darkness.
Time sifts through my hands,
Leaving nothing but emptiness.
I feel as if I’m an empty husk,
Struggling through life from dawn till dusk.
I can’t go on, but I know I must.
My will to live grinds to dust.
Like an imposter, I sit inside myself.
My feelings and thoughts put up on the shelf.
There they sit, locked away,
Never to see the light of day.
I wonder what will become of me.
In the end, what will I see?
My soul upon itself enfolds.
Will my story ever be told?