I lie adrift

In a state of sleepless slumber,

Of sober daydreams.

My fingers tingle

At just the thought

That my vacuous mind

Doesn’t form.

A lone lamp remains lit,

Stubbornly so,

In the corner there.

Perhaps I could put it out

With just a thought.

I lie adrift

In a state of sleepless slumber,

Of sober daydreams,

Of idle thoughts,

And of empty mind.

A pressure at my back,

A solemn reminder,

Reveals my presence to me.

I am here.

I am not yet gone.

Though, I drift.

I drift adrift a rift.

I drift adrift a rift..

I drift adrift a rift…

I drift adrift a rift….