Poetictonez

Alone in the dark place, My heart is broken into scattered pieces, As I enter the darkness, I can feel hope slowing evaporating from me, My eyes hang low, my neck is stiff, my head feels heavy, Slumped down in a drunken stance, My soul dances thru the mist of the forgotten. I know no rest, only heavily carried burdens, Trapped in my enemy’s pit of lies, Seeking to be rescued by an unchanging love, a gentle hand. Yet, no one sees the forgotten, they are lost in a sea of drowning tears and sorrow. But, I knew from the beginning, where I'd end up, Like an old worn out shoe, or a piece of ripped fabric, a crumbled-up piece of paper scribbled with thoughts, tossed away in the dumpster of lost moments. Tomorrow looks so bleak, I cannot see what dare lie ahead of me, Who can comfort me? Will I perish into the depths of the forgotten ones? When will my deliverer come? Who then must be my anchor? While I’m alone in the dark place.