The Lost One

Ever vailing; the eyes of this fearer. Shade of wispier shape; holds tight his gaze. Witching hour; moonlit tryst before his mirror. He loves alone; death 'tis the toll he pays. Father God above shake my shattered mind! Let that which was lost finally be found! Let broken pieces too be recombined! I plead you break these chains which have me bound! The silent prayer of this searching soul. Trapped in ones mind; the worst of labyrinths. The choices made seem outside his control. All that he was; built upon crumbling plinths. The human condition; that of despair. Existence; such a trivial affair.