By Amanda Crundall
Detached
Hovering above surroundings
Numb
Shut down
Feeling like a ghost floating above my own grave
Attached
Hanging on with a life less complex
Self doubt taking prisoners of war
Shutting down
In protection mode
Mind butchered
On the chilly ping of an email
Emotions wrung out in the spinner of disillusionment
On a cycle that never ends
Aghast, at the horror that enfolds
Detached
Hovering above surroundings
Frozen
Annihilation of the soul
Feels so normal or is that just another hole
Detached forever
Or
Freedom
From the tormented mind
To live, like is deserved for many