Friday, May 10, 2013

Lost



The pulsing sadness courses through my veins,
And cannot be ignored or extinguished,
For it is far too great a beast.
It has held me captive,
No reprieve,
And
No escape.
I am HIS, for now.
Lost.

2 comments:

middaymoon said...

Who is " He"? You are a prolific writer!! I'd like to be with you to help you through, if only for a few moments....be well.

middaymoon said...

What a prolific writer you are!! Who have you been left with, I wonder?...A beautiful poem.