I feel like my soul has left me

Is adulthood what happens when it becomes too painful to have dreams?

Some never get there

They are the blessed.

I feel like a shell, a husk

A soulless copy of someone who used to be

I keep myself distracted

Until I sleep

Try to avoid asking 'what happened?'

There's a road of thought that must now be avoided...

'I should have..'

'How did...?'

'Why...?'

Hand wringing and anguish

Then, worse, panic...

Maybe a state of mind is a psychic country

I have changed citizenship from something like Funland to ColdHardRealityland

In this psychic country, there are many who have been waiting for me

Some take pleasure at my fall

Others advise me how to cope

(Such as the road of thought that must now be avoided)

I know life can be joy

I remember

It's gone now

Maybe never to return

But I still have enough faith to believe it will

And in this 'poetry'

This simple act of creation

Undeniably made realer by the tool of cyberspace

I feel a warmth and a comfort

Like a fire in Siberia that keeps 10% of your body warm

Thanks, ghosts

Keep the faith

We'll raise glasses again one day.