Lost in my mind

where are you now

Friend where are you? I need you now. I am lost in the maze of my mind, have you forgotten you’re vow. These walls have ears, they steal and multiply my fears.

There are voices here too they shout out my thoughts and ridicule all I do. They have entered my mind  and mislead me, they are mean and unkind.

It is pitch black, I have to feel my way. Unease at my heels each step into the unknown. My reason has deserted me and all my senses have flown.

I need you now I need you to guide me. Please hasten to my side and help me I need you to find the key.Where are you, where are you, why have you gone I am cold and so frightened and I can not go on.

which way to go

Which way to go , I just do not know. All seems lost and I need you so. I did not realize, I did not know that you had tired of me………when did you go.

I need to keep moving I fear I may drown water is rushing over my feet and I feel hands pulling me down. How did I get here how can I leave. I begin to feel your absence and your distance and I start to grieve.

Dragging my feet now panic tingling down my spine please tell me I am all right, please tell me I will be fine. This water is freezing it is reaching my knees  I can not swim, it is so dark Pleas Please!!

no hope left

What is that I see a light, it is far off and not too bright. If only I could move my feet, but I can just move slowly as if through snow and sleet.Unseen hands now hinder me grabbing and pinching and taking hold. I can’t break free.

I am so tired I cannot go on is this an endless night where is the dawn.Suddenly the hands release me, I fall in to the water as they set me free. I head for the light it is still there. I make my way as best I can with all my strength I move as fast. It is as if fear has broken a dam.

Oh! no oh!no this cannot be! I reach the light, the world I see. I am trapped behind the bars looking up to a road of speeding cars. No one to hear me not a living soul.With water lapping past me into a lake I shudder and my final entreaties make.


14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. giselzitrone
    Jan 12, 2012 @ 11:10:41

    Schön geschrieben wünsche einen guten Tag Gruss Gislide.


  2. Maiya
    Jan 12, 2012 @ 11:35:33

    Never give up my friend! Keep going. Well written.


  3. zendictive
    Jan 12, 2012 @ 12:42:32

    you have just described a million or more lost souls…
    great description and powerful write (~_~)


  4. kate58
    Jan 12, 2012 @ 14:29:22

    Laden with doom…..


  5. catcherofstars
    Jan 12, 2012 @ 19:29:34

    It’s at times like that we discover how strong we truly are.
    Tragically well written
    Andrea xoxo


  6. Vampire Weather
    Jan 14, 2012 @ 06:46:58

    I feel your emotions. I understand much of the despair you project, and I cannot keep from saying, if somewhat cliche, that there is someone who cares. At least one. One very everlasting one. Oh, and then there is me, so that would make 2 I suppose…


  7. willofheart
    Jan 18, 2012 @ 01:08:57

    this piece frozed me for a while, I feel my emotions running down, the emotions is very intense, hoping your ok willow, just be strong… 🙂


  8. willowdot21
    Jan 18, 2012 @ 12:53:57

    It is a recurring dream I have , I am okay thank you and I hope you are too!xx


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