Missing Myself Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Going through lapses of memory, trying to revive them, yet somehow they've died inside.
Wanting to find them, I continually write about them to no avail.
Searching endlessly does no good.
Hoping beyond what I can hope, being left out in a vast desert landscape with no way to return to normal ordinary things.
Intensely missing myself, I go deeper inside, hoping to become catatonic, except through my writing.