Irrational Thoughts

Drum in Abyss

I reach for a hand in the abyss hoping to be someone who is missed,

I wait...and wait, yet no one comes.
People walk by me and I succumb-
to the unknown voices that have become the only melody I can drum.

Drum to the beat and never let go,
Or else!
Life as I know, will no longer be my own.

Yet I still yearn for a warm embrace
I keep reaching while playing my drum,
I release one and I'm done.

Fear of the abyss has kept me sane...
All these years I've waded in it, and made my peace.
But sometimes I wonder am I really sane? or have I gone insane.

Does no one see me?
Can anyone hear me?
My drum cannot get louder!

My hand grows cold, I should retreat.
This is defeat. Cold and bittersweet.

And once more; in the abyss I stay...beating my drum to this day.