Lost

Lost

In the whirlwind

Coming crashing down

The eye of the storm reaches its break

And it breaks lose

Like the chain of a dog

 wanting to rip to shreds piece by piece

 

Thought to be strong

I’m weak

I cannot

Will not

Handle the pain

The suffering

You and me

     Through and through

I cannot         

Will not

Show weakness

No one gets to see me

The real me

The one crying

Dying

Holding out

Until the moment

Wall beneath me

Hands grasping to hold on

Legs shattering beneath

Eyes break through

I’m screaming inside

unsure of surroundings

what to say

what to do

wanting out

searching

lost

slash

slash

farther in

can you go to far?

what is?

death

suffering gone

advantage

worries trouble

advantage

flow away

flow through

for that moment

the moment when it creeps up

 

sulking watching its prey

finally pounces

 

 

 

death

 

…will be the end of me…?

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is powerful and strong. Remind me of the ocean your words in this poem. I like the movement and the ending. The set-up is interesting. The poem was a pleasure to read. Always good to leave a question at the end of a poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[D.R. Wilsey Jr.]

Like your last piece I read, the overall layout of this makes it extremely difficult to follow and pulls me out of the entire piece.

I'm too focused on where to look next rather than being focused on your words. It's not a bad thing to play with structure and such, but you must keep in mind how the reader is going to comprehend the piece.

You want the reader to be focusing on your words, not where to fix their eyes next.