I Am Consciousness Itself

From THE COLLECTION

Poetry and Prose from Chessie Roberts

AKA C.S. Roberts

 

 

                                         TODAY
                            Musings of Chessie on a very odd sensation of my life

                                                      © October 1, 2010

Today feels odd and strange to me
as I wander aimlessly…not so, but it feels, I'm detached.
Like a wraith I float through
the daily things I need to do,
not without connection, nor
without purpose, but,
seemingly without anchor of body to hold me;
to keep me here, to enclose my mind.
Should I drift off I’m not sure anyone would notice that I’m not here.
At this point I myself cannot tell if I am really here. 

                                          ALONE 

                                                           ©Chessie Roberts, October 10, 2010

The deeper the feelings go
the fewer people there are,
understanding runs shallow or
just skitters over the surface.
“It’s time you found out.”

“Yea I knew that”

“Are you just figuring that out?”
They don’t help.
They just make it more…painful, empty, hollow, lonely.