Lost Without A Trace (Extemporaneous Outpour) Poem by Alex Gomez

I awake to desolation.
I drift amongst grey clouds.

I wonder what transpirations
Occurred to transport me here.

Amnesia prevents any remembrance.
Who am I?
Who was I?

Am I deceased?
Is this merely a delusion?
Am I hallucinating?

Is my confusion self-induced?
Will my isolation be removed?

I extend my hand into nothingness,
Emptiness, loneliness,
Grasping a nonexistent savior.

Is this the negative duality in the depth of my mind?

These must be the dark hallows
Which reside within me.

Wait.
It must be an afterlife of sorts.

I float endlessly for what seems like years.

I know not what was,
What could be,
What could have been,
What will become.

Suddenly, a solitary tear
Drips out of my eye.

As I peer into my descending teardrop.

Within, I witness my reflection.

I at last view myself.
Who I really am.

The depressing mystique of this milieu is shattered.

I again reach out for anyone.
My savior has finally obliged me.

My eyes are reopened.
I’m home with my family.

I made it back from my nightmare.
I rebounded from the wayside.

These familiar faces with cheer,
My beloved all shed tears.
They are joyful to see me again.
Me….
Me.

The comfort of them all…
So heartwarming….
With them all, I never again
Shall be lost without a trace.