The Day His World Disappeared

Lost

confused

I know not my own mind

the day plods on

I cannot keep up

as soon as I see where I am

I am gone

it seems as if to some other dimension

a whole different world

one where I find so little in common

that my understanding is as I said

lost

confused

Alone

I feel no-one is there

for guidance

for consolation

to lead me back to the familiar places

that seem to have been left behind

to that safe place of in my mind

that holds on to my sanity

To return

even for a moment

then I would not feel

so lost

nor confused

as to who I am

and where I belong in this life

Held captive

in the emptiness of this place

my days without meaning

have led to places of darkness

ones that I wish to forget

yet they linger

How to move on

Which turn is to be taken

Is there any path that leads home

to the world I once was a portion of

tiny though I was

I was part of what made up the whole

There was purpose

There was reason

There was a feeling of sanity

of understanding

a closeness

with no confusion

during those times

and in that place

I never felt lost