My Place Poem by Dave (Dave C) Cvetkovic

I lay here waiting, for what I am unsure,
I can't think straight or find the answer pure,
My mind races, my legs twitch,
I find myself lying in a ditch,
Surrounded by a void, my eyes are like a switch,
Open... closed... open... closed,
I can't find a place to sit.

I turn over, my arms ache,
I've been lying here in a cesspool of filth,
It feels my back might break,
I need to find my place,
Where am I, my eyes still flickering like a race,
I can't hold them still, so up i get,
My body follows in the eyes quickened pace,
I can't walk straight, my body jitters and shakes,
I stumble on in the need to find my place.

My place, where I won't need to stay awake,
I can let my mind bake like a cake,
I see the world yet so much is fake,
I have become nothing more than a piece of flake,
Drifting along in this awful place.

Once again I need to find my place.