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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1282911
A cry for help.
As I stare into the dark, I see images of a life gone by. I see the hope that was once a beacon, faded with time. I'm left lost.

My heart, once so strong. Now battered and fragile. The people who mattered so much, gone. I'm all alone.

My fears, what were once just figments of my imagination. Now so real, killing me slowly. I'm so broken.

My faith, the reason I lived. Shattered by so many mistruths, so much betrayal. I'm empty.

My spirit, once so young and free. Now old and frail. Chained to the hope lost, the heart, broken. I'm nothing.

My dreams, so vivid, so real. Dead, like a fallen star. Lost with innocence. I'm destroyed.

My life. What was, for a time, so beautiful. Nothing more than a tragedy. An abandoned soul, a lost cause. I'm afraid.

I'm falling from grace. Falling into an unknown. I can't see anything but my failure. My lost hope, dreams, faith, spirit. My life. My burden is heavy, my strength gone. My will to live, overpowered by my fear of death. I cry out, my screams lost in the abyss.

The only truth I've ever known, faltered. Crumbled under reality. Love isn't the absolute. Love is false, pain hidden in a blinding light. I can't be saved.

The rain pours down over me. Soaking me, masking the tears streaming from my eyes. The lightning, so bright. Illuminating the shame of my life, my past.

Help me.

Bring me back.

Make me whole again.

Catch me.

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