ukoffer

Floating, alone, in the between,
what else I wonder can go amiss,
wondering at what it can mean,
dark times, deep in the Abyss.

Self-centred, blind unseeing,
trapped in uncertainty unending,
no living of a life, only being,
no strength to give, only lending.

Unresolved, unknown outcome,
waiting long on events without,
of hopes, maybe I have but one,
but silent, I will never shout.

Risen up, rapidly, in hope,
sinking back slowly in despair,
reaching for the saviour rope,
gasping for the living air.

Know not what this means,
worry, for neither doest I,
maybe it's in my jeans,
maybe it's in my eye.

To be owned, feeding the hunger,
waking nightly in desperate need,
wishing I'd found this younger,
oh yes, indeed, indeed, indeed!