Forgetting my old life

Like a dying starfish

Whose tentacles slowly

Lose their grip and slip

And slip off the surface

I was holding onto for dear life.

My hold on my old life slips

While I rest behind these prison walls.

Contacts diminish, trickling away

With every passing day.

Slowly forgetting faces, phone numbers,

Streets and names

Of all I once knew

All slipping through my fingers

As I hold on for dear life

To my old life and memories

But I keep losing my grip

Like a dying starfish.

I´m slipping and slowly falling

Away from my old life

Into the abyss.