Lost

By: Catherine Strayhall

There is a stillness in the air

I can feel it everywhere

Heavy darkness

Airy light

Loud silence

Empty night

It seems as though with every

breath

There is a little bit of death

Choking sadness

Endless days

Dark corners

New pathways

The loneliness that’s all around

Pulses with a throbbing sound

Welcome isolation

Quiet place

Missing comfort

Stolen grace

This world is coming to an end

Swept clean by autumn’s changing wind

Unknown future

Hidden past

Shaky present

Nothing lasts

The storm is coming; it’s almost here

It strengthens with my every fear

Long road

Black night

Chilling echoes

Dimming light

Things are falling apart for me

Beginnings and endings I cannot see

Haunting memories

Dying dreams

Lost hopes

Ripped seams

And still the dark keeps coming nearer

Reflected in a shattered mirror

Jagged pieces

Wasted years

Fading photos

Bitter tears

My mind is spinning out of control

I’m trying to protect my soul

Chaotic ideas

Warped thoughts

Twisted plans

Intricate plots

I fight hard so all my woes

Won’t leave me in a fetal pose

Stark truth

Harsh lies

Fallen flight

Bleak skies

I see freedom coming soon

The way lit by a soft, faint moon

Cold sun

Stirring wind

Weary runner

Sudden end.