Wandering through those labyrinths of mind,
where paths to hope ever seem to rescind.
No warmth there is only unfriendly frost.
Just one voice uttering, ‘I’m lost! I’m lost!’
No respite in view, just overpowering despair,
walls falling apart in a state of disrepair.
Hope seeping through when you need it the most,
leaving behind voices, ‘I’m lost! I’m lost!’
The veil of mists immobilizing all thought,
you crave for peace knowing it’s neither bargained nor bought
Piercing the mist are words you never sought
heedless, relentless ‘I’m lost! I’m lost!’
Demons, scavengers lurking at every turn.
With anger and despair the mind seems to burn.
In waking and nightmares they scheme and they plot,
echoing your words ‘I’m lost! I’m lost!’
Strange conundrums; befuddling, confounding.
Roiling the calm with alacrity astounding.
You thrash, struggle, heave, never considering the cost,
still the voices go on ‘I’m lost! I’m lost!’
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