A Sense of Unease
In his state of confusion, he could barely function,
His head drooped as he stumbled ahead,
Searching out his destination, his place to be.
The drugs coursed through his veins,
Taking his mind, and body, on a wild journey.
He knew that he was supposed to be somewhere,
but he couldn’t remember where.
With turmoil in his head, and a constant chaos of thoughts,
He tried to remember where he was,
And what it was he had to do.
He knew he had to keep on going,
forward, he had to go forward.
The cars swerved around him, tooting wildly,
He felt it all in slow motion,
And wondered why they were going so slow.
He reached out to touch them as they passed,
to caress their beauty,
But his hand was slow, and the cars kept their distance.
The shapes around him were fluid,
Everything was constantly changing, transforming,
Nothing stayed still, nothing remained the same.
Only with difficulty could he partially focus,
And even then it all seemed surreal,
almost like a dream.
With his legs failing him, he needed a place to rest,
To try to make sense of it all, to understand.
Ahead he saw beckoning trees of a glowing green,
The grass around them forming waves,
as if in time to music.
Sporadic thoughts came almost within his grasp,
Only to then disappear in the surrounding haze.
He collapsed on the grass, and watched the mutating clouds,
Their forms talking to him with such a softness of voice,
it sounded almost like a whisper.
He was sure that something was wrong,
But he couldn’t remember what.