Severed (Work in progress)

Puzzle pieces littered the floor.
My gaze darting to and fro.
I see my inner child escaping.
I feel my heart leaping and leaving.
My imagination is trying to revive me,
but my rational has already severed
the veins that facilitated my creativity.

Drifted and Drowned

Why do you keep
running this
rat race that this
society illusioned
you into believing
that you have
to spend your
entire life running it 
to win in this life?

Are you afraid
to come face to face
with your biggest fear?

Or are you afraid
that you’ll never be the same?

So instead you play this game
you hate because you’ve
done it so long you have
become comfortably

Tell me I’m wrong,
and say “That sounds dumb”
all day,
but take a
look in your own eyes.
They’ve become bloodshot 
mirrors of exhaustion 
from pretending like you’re 
living every day,

How far away did
you drift off before
you drowned?

Are you proud?
Is that crown you received
worth the loss of 
everything you’ve
ever loved?

Is it enough
to appease
the peace that is
chained, waiting for
it’s release?