And I Wonder Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

I
hold
my desire
yet still I understand
IAM mindful and too
aware, fueled by a
forced past. IAM
a prisoner settling
in this life, held captive
wasted, slipping in and out
of existence; solitary floating and
haunted allowed only connection to
living through a single breath. There are
secret signs to my existing, many hard and
cold facets, that expose an end and still
I continue to slip further towards
the means through the hours
that fill in the void
I leave behind
and I wonder.