Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Alone and Lost
Oh, we're lost again. Left to wander, alone, without direction, without hope. Sometimes it seems the compass doesn't point north, but everywhere. Nowhere.
Our wings are broken, or spirit shattered, our memories faded, torn, and burnt at the edges, so that they become obscure, and the faces blur to become more Unknowns.
We're afraid, so deathly afraid. The clouds roll in, black and ominous, ready to growl as we enter their domain, ready to let loose their fury upon us. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to shelter.
We're lost, and afraid, and although we had one another, that also was taken. The empty eyes that cannot see, stare, back to the past, trying to make something out in that thick mist; it's too fogged, there's nothing left to see.
The world continues to turn, the Dawn begins to fade while the sun reaches its zenith, then makes way for Night, while Dusk pulls its violet curtain across the sky's vast canvas. But we are left out in the cold, alone, and so very far from one another.
In losing each other, we lost the world.