Living in a Fog

Disconnected and removed,

I drift away from my mind.

The state of mind, unimproved,

my thoughts, my feelings, confined.

As an observer outside,

I watch myself.

From my body, I stand beside,

Unable to connect to life itself.

Everything feels like a dream,

Nothing is real, everything is distant.

I feel as if I want to scream,

But my voice is nonexistent.

My thoughts are trapped,

locked in some place far away.

Inside a box that’s neatly wrapped,

I wish my mind would stay.

Kelly

This is my description of derealization and depersonalization, the inability to connect to oneself.

2 responses to “Living in a Fog”

  1. Oh I do really resonate with this poem, Kelly. We feel like this a lot. Disconnected from our body and everything around us!

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    1. Yeah, it’s such an awful feeling, but I am glad you could resonate with it.

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