Lost

I find myself

Drowning in the auburn

Of the morning sky,

And it feels the way

Dry summer heat feels

Against wet skin;

I am disappearing

Into every thing

That stands out

But seems out of place

At the same time,

I know that

Everything tends to

Get worse before it

Eventually gets better,

But I cannot figure out

Where I am right now

In that timeline.

Β©Aaysid

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  1. This really struck a chord with me (it seems as though all of your poetry does). There seems to be such sadness in this poem, a despair that imbues all of life with a sense of melancholy. Sometimes, I realize I can’t find what I’m looking for in life because I have no idea what I’m looking for anymore, and I feel adrift on that proverbial sea, tossed about by every errant zephyr. They way you’ve expressed your feelings is beautiful despite the sadness of this piece. The imagery is so thoughtful and appropriate. It’s another wonderful example of your superb writing ability. Thanks for sharing this, Aaysid. πŸ™‚

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  2. “I know that

    Everything tends to

    Get worse before it

    Eventually gets better”
    This seems like an endless cycle. And one really doesn’t know whether it’s the start or the end.
    The heat is getting to me too. Haha. Lovely writing! πŸ™‚

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