Proof of Life

I listen for my own breath, feel the beat of my heart.

I’ve been a hostage so long, no longer know my own name.

I must be real, must be a person. Am I right? I don’t know.

Racing thoughts, like the beating wings of a thousand birds,

Chase away any sense of Self, bring on the fatigue that I call Me.

With no true mirror to look for evidence that I exist, no clues of who I am,

I once again drift off into the abyss of the Land of the TV People

Where I find my home and family, where I live out my wildest dreams.

#The Get My WorkOutThereChallenge #DayThree

Staycation

I’d love to go under, pass out into a dead faint

Dive deep into unconscious oblivion

The sweet nothingness of the void

A reprieve from this ever-chattering brain

Its ever-on-guard survival mode switch on

Escape the pressure from within and without

To know the quiet beyond the quiet beyond the quiet

A true depravation tank from myself would be sublime

Inspired by The Daily Post daily Word Prompt: faint