Lost (and possibly others to come)
Lost
It's so difficult to say how I fare.
I look around and find only walls,
not four nor seven, but hundreds
Arranged in such a fashion
as to form a entanglement,
Trapping my mind in mist.
More than one problem
plagues my mind and soul
A battle is raging for control,
a campaign between flesh and spirit.
Temptation rends the fabric,
violating the pattern of my life.
A second battle is fought
Among those I held dear,
Among those who draw me back,
Among those I held as friends.
Their words have turned
Once genial, now malignant.
Her words cut deep down
through my ordinarily thick skin,
causing me grief.
She thinks those around her don't care,
thinks those words are filled with laughter.
She gives no thought at all.
He took my careless error
And wears it as a badge.
There is naught I can do,
but sit and hope my words will fade.
He took it too far.
The words lost laughter long ago.
The second of these sorties
I can bide my time
Hoping things will change.
The first, however,
time seems to run out.
I hope what is left is enough.
Every turn I take
brings another dead end,
another fruitless path.
I sense there is a way out,
that it is close,
But the way is closed to me now.
