"Lost" (Poem)

Lost

Wild hair falls in face,
Lost in Time, lost in Space.
Hollow eyes staring onward,
Sitting in your dark corner.
Gone is the sense of innocence,
Now is the weight of experience.
Sadness, sorrow, grief,
Wandering the barren heath.
On this long and lonely sojourn,
Traveling like the one who mourns.
Red eyes with no whites, just black.
Heart stretched on an eternal rack.
Bones crack, muscles sore,
Pain reaches to the very core.
Lightning burns down base of skull,
Sweat runs down wet and cool.
Thoughts deranged like ancient Macbeth,
Does peace come only from Death?



Think about this poem. Do you ever feel this way?