I am lost
The watery waves
And wavering winds surrounding me
know.
Opaque skies
And silvery stones
know.
Those children,
Those sticky-fingered cracker nibbling babies
they know.
But with age, they too will
Transform.
Adults can smile and pretend
But they don’t know
how far away I really am.
I am one of those lost souls
in the world.
Floating
With nowhere to go.
I have no one,
Nothing to grab with those white knuckles
Nothing to grab in that
Forever closed opaque sky…
Trapped
And it’s closing…
Closing ever so
Slowly….
I am screaming,
Shouting
Waving my arms, shouting for someone
To hear
But they don’t.
They don’t want to hear.
They pretend like nothing is wrong.
But there is.
Oh! There are so many things that are wrong.
There is no one left to hope for me,
no one left to dream of me,
no one to miss me.
It’s too late
We are all but
Just a memory
And most of all
Those lost souls
Are left unheard…