Me, Myself And I Poem by Phil Soar

I drift sometimes,
into my own world where no-one can see me
lost in my thoughts,
I wonder if my invisibility is special
I mock myself for my impudence,
and I begin to fear for my empty shell of a brain
and then I remind myself I am unique
and no-one else has this ability to vanish without trace
but still be here inside myself,
relishing the emptiness
Always knowing I can appear again
like a magician
when I feel the impetus to do so
Whether or not it is a symptom of my loneliness
Or just my own psyche
I have yet to know
But I find release
And secretly enjoy the emptiness
Now and then
but not always.