Alas The Lost

Alas,

I am gone.

Or going really.

The baking sun,

blistering my skin,

why don't you save me?

I feel like drowning,

in the thoughts I have thunk,

dreams I have drempt,

choices I made,

actions I took,

all together,

weighing down on me.

How much air will my lungs take in?

Not enough it seems,

to pursue my mind with vigorous aggression,

stealing away the things that haunt,

 the corners of my mind.

Pictures taken,

Revealing the 

then,

and now,

of my actions,

yet some still ignore.

Funny,

it seems,

you were the only one.

Save me now then.

The walls are not enough for me,

space too little,

no amount of wandering,

can empty one's mind.

In my dark fortress,

other worlds,

steal me from my own.

Still I grasp onto this one,

only for you.

Your seeing eyes,

so conscious of the things,

hidden behind locked doors.

How did you get in again?

So glad I am though,

that you got around,

my many traps,

and seething stubbornness,

which blocks anyone from finding my truth.

Still,

I told you,

and yet you understand.

So please?

Please grab my hand,

I cannot see.

The way is dark.

With demons,

crawling up the walls.

You too,

know as well as I,

how many of times,

their traps I've fallen,

their promises broken.

You see them,

hanging over me,

funny how then,

everyone is so blind?

Alas,

I cannot fight,

no more,

no more.

Trembling hands,

racing heart,

the end is near,

I fear my dear.

Alas,

the lost.