As I feel the creak of my sanity in my weary bones
I feel listless, lethargic and languid
I hunger for what little I can hold onto
Or of what little remains of my being
I can almost touch reality; or is that a fallacy?
Are we made to believe we are part of the norm?
I struggle with these aimless, inane thoughts
As I tread water barely keeping afloat
Am I drowning in self-pity or just drifting along?
Or am I just as thoroughly confused as the rest.
Jessica Kish - 1/22/97
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