Lost

 by Amazoness Duo

 amazonessduo@hotmail.com

 

 The light, it cannot reach me here.

 It's rays don't go this far.

 Even they turn back before the darkness devours them.

 Yet I find myself lost here, 

 on these cold and desolate plains. 

 I don't know where I am nor where I'm going.

 Darkness stretches outwards, an infinite expanse of loneliness,

 blessed only with the solace of teardrops.

 

 I am alone here,

 Lost where you can never find me.

 I cannot find my way,

 begging each shadow for help.

 But my pleas fall on deaf ears and I must continue forward.

 Alone.

 

 This well traveled route of agony and despair,

 it knows me well by now. 

 Always harkening me back to it's haunting paths and dark mazes.

 I am lost to it, 

 unable to escape it's grasp upon me. 

 I always pass the same sign, 

 always cross the same frozen stream.

 'You are nowhere,'

 the sign states in letters the color of blood.

 And I shiver at the sight, 

 but continue forwards into the encompassing darkness.

 "Where am I?" I ask.

 But there is no answer.

 "Who am I?" I plead.

 But silence answers my call.

 "Please save me..." I whimper.

 But no one comes for me.

 

 So I cry. 

 

 I finally collapse along the winding path, 

 my tear soaked dress fluttering around me as the wind picks up.

 I sob bitter tears, 

 cursing my lost and lonely path,

 praying for the light to illuminate the darkness.

 But no one heeds my calls.

 And I am left in the shadows to fend for myself.

 To find my path when there is none.

 To save myself from the shadows when I know that I can't.

 So I cry. 

 Pounding my fists into the wet dirt of my lonely path,

 I question whether it needs me upon it anymore.

 Perhaps it is time I surrender, 

 that I give in to the inevitablity that I will forever be lost.

 That my path will never take me anywhere but through these cold and dark shadows.

 I laugh into the night sky, 

 the thunder echoing the madness that plays with my hair.

 If only I give up, 

 I will be free.

 I will be free...

 

 But I cannot give up.

 Not yet, at any right.

 I have much left to tend to.

 I have sights left unseen. 

 Perhaps I will never see them.

 But I won't know if I don't try.

 I struggle to my bare feet, 

 stumbling forward into the cold woods once more.

 I know that I am lost.

 But I pray that I will be found.