The words land with a thud
And clumsily position themselves
Between unspoken hurt and pounding silences
They sit expectantly, waiting for the show
But there is none
There is no soothing reply to appease them
No how-to book or steps to follow
No way in or out or over or around
No gentle lie
Or simple truth
Nothing but what has been so clearly known
So clearly enunciated in the silent darkness
Of a lonely mind
And a wandering heart
There is nothing to say to three simple words
“I am lost”
And clumsily position themselves
Between unspoken hurt and pounding silences
They sit expectantly, waiting for the show
But there is none
There is no soothing reply to appease them
No how-to book or steps to follow
No way in or out or over or around
No gentle lie
Or simple truth
Nothing but what has been so clearly known
So clearly enunciated in the silent darkness
Of a lonely mind
And a wandering heart
There is nothing to say to three simple words
“I am lost”
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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