Lost

Maps in pieces, destinations disarray,

Nameless signposts pointing nowhere

Land without landmarks, no ground around,

Directions uncertain, latitude longitude GPS mystery

Going forward, facing backward, tomorrow’s today.

Songs without sound, rhyme without rhythm

Words without meaning, cacophony heard

Screaming out loud, silence deafening

Upside down now turned around 

Dancing a whirl, a jig, serendipity. 

Senses closed down, context absent

Fogs of time, spilling in, rising up

Remote, out of touch, beyond despair.

Homeless, helpless, heedless, 

Choices overwhelm too many to fathom.

Systems in cycles, no willow to dowse

A reverie of dreams, suspended formless

Respect in free-fall, shortfall, confused

History without precedence, memory dislodged

Depression eddies, blinding black coma.

Whitewashed in blizzards of white-right

Anchors adrift, sailing on unperturbed

Separated and satiated, vacuum isolated,

Adrift in dreams of plenty

While lost in seas of empty.

©️ Steven Tubb, 2022