The dark churning ocean is all around me

My small sailboat being tossed in the waves

I tell myself I’m not lost, only wandering…

But the storm clouds just pile up

I am lost amidst it all

Chunks and paragraphs of words that tell

Meaningless things but are filled with emotion

As genuine as the crystals embedded in the cave

Unable to get out….or are they unwilling?

And my heart is ever overgrown with ivy—so beautiful at first like that inspirational quote you put on the wall but slowly you realize it’s poisonous and eating away at you

And my thoughts are only plaster thinly veiled with gold like the party lip gloss everyone belittles and loves

I’ve thrown coins into the well countless times

Just for a wish to glance my way

And maybe never again—

Are my hopes and dreams destroying life?

Everything I’m not noticing—

I dig through my memories

Caught like faded Polaroid photos that are only collecting dust and are lost forever

And I ask if I’m going anywhere at all

Am I lost?

I’m chasing after the harsh north wind

Like I don’t know what it’s like to crush someone’s dreams knowing that you had to if you wanted to be something

Like I don’t know not every star gets a chance to shine or even twinkle before fading into nonexistence, deep space

Like I don’t know I’m lost.

The claws of darkness and bitterness

They try to drag me into the abyss

And I feel lost to them, staring up at the sky, which still has a little light—

But it’s not for me

Because I know

I’m lost

And even though I’ll keep trying to reach for that light which still hangs there, tauntingly, glitteringly—

I know I’ll never reach it—

There are others made by angels warming themselves beside the light, smiling and waving to those below who equally admire them, on the outside, at least—through their words that fill pages when mines can’t make a sentence

The ocean swallows me and I know in my heart, to myself—

Some will always be lost.

to be buried in your own mind. 

he stands at the corner of tomorrow, the darkness

licking at his heels. it's one of those nights, where

the complexity of his being threatens to swallow him whole.

he is the picture of

promise, with the world open to his potential and the

approval of authority stamped upon his mind; and

he is exactly what the world would

despise, destined to disappoint

every last one of them. he is

indifferent to the conversations and chaos

around him, living in a quiet bubble; and

he is a firecracker of passion, an aggresive beast at the slightest

annoyance, an obnoxious reveler around friends. 

he carries so many burdens and expectations and desires, and he is bright and clueless and lonely and loved and hopeful and despairing.

and he holds nothing, and he is nothing.

the clock strikes twelve; he rounds the corner of tomorrow without ceremony.

today could not be more miserable. 

this is a great prompt, my brain just didn't work well enough to make a good (ish) poem...

Lonely, and afraid, I’m lost 

Old paths open but they disappear quickly and are lost

Staring blankly at what I’ve seen before, I’m going in circles, I’m lost

Touched by gentle arms, I’m home, no longer lost

Labyrinthian by Rainbow

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