Am I lost?

Am I lost?

If I was

Would I be found

Squirrelled away

Down in the deep

Burrowed beneath the cold earth

The frozen steel of it

Flint hard

As a stone fit to spark a fire into life

That would bring warmth

To the tempered soul

Steeped in its own juices

Swamped in a deluge of dispassion

At its own sorrowed plight.

Nothing is ever worth the loss

Of a future

Hope is a dream

Of a better life

Never to be lived

In the depth of despair

Blackened by the loss

Of a fertile imagination

Numbed into submission

By the heft

Of dirt and stone

The dispatch of life

In a moment of desperation.

Would that it was so simple

Perhaps an inkling

Of an answer

Would set me free

And find me looking for release

The direction of it

Would add a postscript

To the story

Proffered in exchange

For a glimpse of reason

A moment of constancy

A break from hesitancy

And the finality of attachment

To the heartless darkness