Lost Away

Good afternoon! I’m feeling a bit down today, like most days this year, but I’ve much work to do and the toil is never done. I hope you enjoy this little poem about being lost. Without further ado…

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Lost Away

In the dim evening light,

hastily scrawled vines

crawl up the old brick

that lies before me.

Above,

leaves.

They gently twist in the wind

as the smoke from a man’s cigarette

drifts across the aged timbers of an old deck.

In the dark,

only with my eyes

can one see

the twinkling of ancient stars

and the stones they light beneath them.

Does it make sense

that I am here,

and yet,

lost?

I would seek to find my way

through the labyrinth.

Were it not for Ariadne,

would I be so lost?

The string seems to lead

further and further

into the dark

with no end in sight.

I do not remember treading this path.

It is lost to me,

the way home.

The way out.

Looking up,

I see the stars

and hope they’ll lead me away

but tonight,

like most nights,

I feel I am led astray.