I should go,
wander amid the sea of disease,
drown myself in illness.
This I should do.
Thus forgetting my life,
forgetting my health,
forgetting my mind.
My purpose here is unknown,
laundered out of humanity,
tossed aside with no ambition,
no drive to succeed.
Slice the life from my veins,
watch it flow down the drain of time,
so this pain can follow.
Answers are not so clear,
goals wanted but unsure of how to proceed,
thus I stay stagnant,
left here among the murky waters,
forced to face my mistakes
without hope of redemption.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017