LOST

Somewhere on the shore,
In the water, on the sand,
In the forest, between the trees,
On the grass not felt your hand.
Dropping down to knees,
The tears of pain I once wept,
The tears of fear I always kept
inside? No more! I snapped.
No more! no more!

Too long I slept.

Don’t see no more.

Somewhere in time,
In the maelstrom, foreign land.
In the abyss, the endless dark,
Fingers grope for small hand.
Only feeling hard bark,
Nothing does rhyme.

Somewhere, wasteland.
In the crypts, depths of mind,
Walking on the edge.
But once, soon, will find,
Small hand, knowledge
To hold on to, hope, one strand.

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© Darren White