Lost
For the lost, and those losing
He is lost
Alone
Is he dead?
Is he alive?
Trembling hands
Hold no answers
Only a fleeting escape
For he who can accomplish nothing
Has accomplished little
When all hopes
Dreams and passions
Are encompassed by nightmares
Consumed by despair
And there is nowhere left to run
For what is life other than running?
“Life is a journey” they said
An eternal sprint, with only one possible end
Some run out of breath along the way
Others sprint until the very end and fall, exhausted
No sign of any finish-line
Melancholy clouds blur the skies
Or are they tears revealed in his eyes?
Where does the point lie?
Besides at the tapered end of a knife?
What is “living”?
When every moment of a “life”
Is merely slowly, surely,
Dying.
Written at 11:53 pm on 02/13/2015.
© L.J. Slaferek
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