Lost

Still my breath, keep pace my heart As the mist in my eyes hangs violently on the morning. The rush of waters echo off towering stones Set on ventriloquy's course. In this forest where even beasts leave not their mark, so esoteric my location. I wander alone deprived of touch or comforts sound. I, a foreign soil, a language seasoned only by time, void of dissemination. My compass of childhood disappoints, I am alone. Lost. Sorrows longest night. How did I get here? 'Twas a leisurely stride which dimmed by the day; Finding me now with sight withered, helpless and Faded away. I am unseen, an apparition of my antiquity They don't even know I'm gone. My disappearance an enigma, for in my absence I smile before them. There in form I never left. Life goes on they say Yet that "me" is lost, Never to be again. Only illusion traces back. A million shards, a kaleidoscope of pieces, anamnesis of what used to be; Locked away within the sanctuary, in pieces of an exclusive dream. Parts and pieces appear to fit, giving rise to hopes conclusion; still I find There is no map for the lost's evolution. Lost... An antonym predicated upon being found Herein lies the paradox, the forrest for the trees... Found is not what I need to be now, but to be filled to capacity. Then in peaceful serenity, maybe I will sleep.