Lost Poem by Amber Glistener

The voices here are unfamiliar.
The wind here is an icy one.
The water here has a bitter, cold taste.
The people here do not know me.
Then I realize the horrible truth.

I rip and tear at the ground,
Until my fingers are bloody and torn.
I scream up at the sky,
Until my throat collapses and withers up.
I run away from the truth,
Until my legs break and give way.
I pull myself up the mountain with my arms,
Until I fall endlessly to my doom.

While I lay there in shudders,
sweat pouring from my brow,
all bundled up in this all too familiar bed,
I cry and bawl until i realize another truth.
Nobody cares what I've gone through.
Nobody gives a second glance at the heap of gore on the sidewalk.

There is no hope for me this day.
I have lost to the world once again.
I am clearly, LOST.