Losing Grip

It’s been long since 

I’ve been losing grip

On things I felt I had

My control and choice

Now it seems the grip

I had was an illusion

Was nothing but device

That kept me going on

Now without I feel like

I’m falling into an abyss

Or rather I’m floating

While world rushes past

Nothing makes sense

Enough to hold on now

But may be that’s how

It was always all along

I thought I'd take a break from writing. But that is when the itch has come back... So back again from a small hiatus!