Feeling lost is the black of 

A large 

Lightless 

Room 

that makes you want to 

Curl up 

On the floor and wish 

For light 

Or walls 

Just something 

Feeling lost is 

the deafening sound of silence 

In the back room 

That is slowly occupied 

By the loud ringing in your ears 

As the silence draws on 

For too long 

It’s calling for help 

Hearing your voice echo 

Off of the walls you can’t seem to reach 

But no one answering 

Leaving you to 

Struggle 

Feeling lost 

Tastes of metallic blood 

After having bit 

The inside of your lip 

Raw 

As you walk 

Endlessly 

In the darkness 

Feeling lost 

Smells of something 

Familiar

A familiar you can’t seem to place

A familiar you don’t know how to describe

Coming from somewhere 

In the corner that you can’t find 

Like reaching out for something 

Something that looks 

Within reach 

But every time you reach 

Your fingers grasp at 

Nothing 

Nothing but air 

They always come back 

Empty 

Unable to find anything 

In the darkness 

It’s like the rapid breathing and 

The quickening beat of your heart 

At its ever quickening pace 

Feeling lost 

Leaves you fumbling in the 

Dark 

The dark that laughs 

As you cry out 

Desperate for 

A way out

It's the slow 

loss of hope 

When nothing is found 

As time 

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