Lost

Silently into the night,
beyond the shadows of the light,
I will travel without delight.

With no torch to light my way,
no dim glow or faintest ray,
so far off course which I lay.

All alone in darkened wood,
feeling lost and misunderstood,
withdrawn beneath my cloak and hood.

I search in vain to find my path,
and bring with me all that hath
caused me to incur such wrath.

But cursed is the way for me,
a more lonely journey can not be
in unchained thought or reality.

Between void and cold I am a wedge,
as I walk along the ledge,
while fear protects me from the edge.

I raise my eyes to look once more,
but all I see is as before.
All the same, and nothing more.

And so I journey without end.
Searching for some way to mend
these cast off feelings which I send

Into the night in which I'm tossed.
And I'd gladly pay most any cost
to no longer be a soul that's lost.

Paul Allen Rice