Pelagic.

Increasingly,
I’ve admittedly,
been:
aimless and,
without direction,
hesitantly,
I have already,
embraced:
emptiness that,
has by now replaced,
heavily,
dragging beside me,
burdening:
a lifetime’s,
anchor sinking,
buoyantly,
it’s hopelessly,
returned:
surfaced between,
bridges long burned.