Lost

The war I fight in my head is growing stronger
 

My senses and emotions are being used as amunition
 

and I, with the core of me, a sinking ship I sail
 

I'm trying to find you
 

Trying to find myself is what seems to be a bottle thrown out to sea.
 

Please find me.
 

Living out everyday, another war I face,
 

I hope I will live through this one.
 

The walls scream names and memories that I can't dig any deeper to find.
 

My buried treasure. I hope to find you one day.
 

The world will continue spinning and my mind is racing, asking questions;
 

I ask why.
 

The wind only pushes me in directions I can't decipher,
 

directions I can't point out, or direct on a course; this will surely be the end of me.
 

Head throbbing, heart pumping, I only try to breathe.
 

I'm running, running to edge, but I only hit the windowsill.
 

I peer out and see only a wall, rose colored, is this where I am meant to be?
 

Locked in, I will go down with my ship
 

I turn and wave at the moments, now behind me,
 

all out of amunition, not a tear from my eye or a rage in my blood...

 

I am lost, on this lonely sinking ship of mine.

 

Author's Note

Powder.

Reviews

[Vanessa]

Why is the author's note 'Powder'? This speaks to me and reminds me of a substance. Maybe I'm wrong..
??

As a piece, it communicates a sense of despair, even to those who do not know you or your situation.

[Bran the Broken]

Sounds pretty desperate and lost. :(