Lost

Poem of loss....

Lost north emptiness, 

adrift and alone, I died.

I wander, aimless unbound, 

tether ties cut in an instant,

cruel it was and heartless.  

Empty questions of why, echo into the void.

Moments of meaning now for naught, 

nothing left, not a trace, your face lingers.

Did it even happen, 

my own personal mythology told in whispers.

A fool follows the sirens call and I am worse, 

destitute, devoid, devoured.

Delusional mind painted pictures of what could be,

 illusion at best, nightmare at worst.

                                                               

Author's Note

Joel Coen — 'It's a fool that looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart.'