Lost

My heart is lost in depth of woes, While sorrows echo loud. As tears descend with silent throes~ Beneath a veil of cloud. In the dark I grope for my lost heart, But it's slipped beyond my firm grip. Each tear I shed softens its grave, And deeper it sinks, out of reach. My anguish drums a hollow grief, No hope of joy or smile. My mind is caged in disbelief— It may remain awhile. I need no soothsayer to tell me— I’m already buried in its depth. My cries are aches without relief, And I can’t restrain the tears. It's far beyond all hope or aid, I know—so others do. Though cries may rise and voices fade, None brings the lost I rue.