Aberration

Rid of all sanity
In a volatile cocktail of leaching pain
Like rains washing away the soil
From the roots of the mightiest tree
Only for it to topple over into a river of despair
Driftwood
And no badge, nor destination
Unclaimed and forgotten
Sometimes the bank scrapes it
Sometimes the rocks in the shallows
Yet none to claim it
Such is what one feels at loss
Your insides fall into a void
And all that you feel is numbness 
Swirling into a carcass
Forever dying yet never dead