Sensory Deprivation

Anachronisms piling high on memories decayed, 300 days have passed again and
here I am, nothing’s changed
Burning time, the specters of a past life lived
Another year, to wallow in the bitterness of loss
Recast into this languid mold
Back to a state of Thermidor
Entranced by the reminiscence haunt
But what could have been, now is gone
The detritus of days long past lie shipwrecked 'cross my ocean floor
Where laughing ghosts echo of halcyon days I knew before
Demons breeding demons in my head
Is this how the book of life ends?
Dead drunk, dejected and unsung?
Left with no purpose but to grieve?
And far are the cosmos that twist and unwind
A left-handed path into the black
As youth dissolves quickly and tensions divide
I stand frozen on that day I left
A circumnavigation course, adrift, lost and compromised
Navigating mental seas, balkanized, 28, 23, 17, and 33, each era brands its
stigma scar
The stare of Medusa, the death in my eyes
Numbing reflections, from senses deprived…