Misplaced

It doesn’t feel right,

A long shot in the dark,

A missed bullseye between the eyes.

I can’t see well,

My vision is blurry,

My hands are shaking,

My head hurts.

What is wrong with me?

Something had changed,

But everything is the same.

I’m getting flustered,

I’m getting tired,

My impulses are overwhelming.

A heightened sense

With dulled intuition.

This isn’t me,

It’s out to get me,

It isn’t right.

Nothing’s left,

It’s time to go.