2: Before the crash

Time froze.

Everything stopped.
The ground,
that I was approaching so quickly before,
suddenly felt so distant.

The crash is imminent,
yet so far.
Each minute detail,
shouting out for attention.

Am I standing alone,
or is it just everyone else standing together?

It really hurts,
being alone in a crowd.
With so many people around me,
yet no one with me.
With so many people that know me,
yet no one knows me.

Is it a crime to stay aloof,
nonchalent about the surroundings,
and the feelings that well up within the heart.

Is it a sin to stay determined,
focused on the ultimate goal,
and ignorant about the turmoil around me?

I'm tired of sitting around,
standing around,
just trying to be around.

Will my existence finally find me?

Or will I finally find my existence.

1: The loss

I'm losing myself. Slowly.

I no longer feel a unique sense of identity that I once felt.
In place of the fire I had,
in place of the resentment I had,
in place of the anger that I had,
Everything is replaced by a darkness.

An absolute darkness.
Hope seems to be lost.
The mist covers the road once again.
Am I lost?
A question I have failed to answer countless times.

What am I?
An existance to fill a vacant position?
A matyr for a belief no one backs?
A dreamer yearning for a distant future?

I'm slipping back into the darkness,
the darkness engulfs me.
The darkness enters me.
The darkness consumes me.

A desolated city,
a ghost town,
all void of inhabitants.
Alas, my heart is of same,
void of all things pure and bright.

What am I?
Who am I?

What was I?
Who was I?

Slowly, I must be losing myself.