A rift that set me adrift...

....and away with no sight of shore
flowing with a current and a mind state abhorrent
of the perceptions that led me astray yet entice me for more
attention-seeking analogy, and a metaphor that does never warrant

feeding it more fragmented thought, emotions from a can
the chain deludes me into acting out, massaging the pain
but alas to little gain. it remains to strain and ban that ill-mannered man
lest a hindering link i shall never sever, to reap the harvest of a single grain

journey, heed my call and in mercy portend my fall
ive worked myself into a pall as toward an exit i crawl in no haste
within i seek and digest distaste, fumbling for the room with no feel for a wall
teach me in the hall, above it all, as i lay this unrest...abreast...to waste

a period which closed the final remark
it threatened to reverse and not even park