Am a stranger to my thoughts
Drifting apart like a sailor's sheet
Pushed by the wind that howels
On my Vacant stare
Without care
I navigate aimlessly into
Unknown plots that hold firm
My ability to comprehend
My own reasons.
I am a stranger to myself
Growing away from the principals
That hold root my morality
Astray from the steps that filled
My feet
Abandoning my own
Seeking in poisonous thoughts
Meaning to my derailed ways
That feed vigorously at my
Untainted soul.
I am the enemy of my own
A grenade held
Together by a thread of slik
Weaved to the core of my heart
By a stranger that I once.