Sometimes....

Sometimes I feel like I am not really here,
Day passes to night before I even know.
Eating and sleeping, no particular order,
My world shifts on a pinhead
And I have nowhere to go.

Sometimes bereft of purpose, tidied away,
The only word on my mind is adieu.
Thoughts bubble beneath it, the stream
Of my conscious, a babbling brook
With no one to talk to.

Sometimes I get positive, try cooking up plans,
Hope in a haze like cigarette smoke.
But before too long I am smothered
And my eyes fill with tears
As I try to recall the last words we spoke.