Distance Poem by David Thomas

Pushing away everything,
the final chasm before the mountain's edge
you find yourself bewildered
by the emptyness and melancholy,
your last few dreams
crept slightly away in the night
the people you once loved and cherished,
instead of on your pedastool
are on that floating island,
moving further...and further away
somewhere up above
He must know what he's doing,
but oh dear God how i wish i knew too
these troubles can be so hard
specially when you cannot name them
without a cup of confusion and a bottle of tears,
give back my hope, my serenity, my peace
and i realize now
you only ever took a single thing from my life,
the rest...well, that was me.