I feel bleak
Weak
Alone
Adrift in the dark
Without a map
Without a guide
Without the voice of another
To tell me I’m here
I hear sound
Muffled
Outside
A passing car
Midnight truck
Going their way
Yet all I know
Is in this room
I think back
Snow
School
The memories road
At the start in a car
Faceless drivers
Never seeing them
Timeless destination
I feel boxed
Caged
Distant
Unable to touch
Unable to remember
Unrecorded moments
Losing their way
I can’t seem to sleep.