Lost…And Found.

As the sun slapped
My fate hardened face
I lay upon the naked floor,
Cold, with a naked soul…
Tides of thoughts
Hit my consciousness,
Overpowered the will I had…
Overwhelmed the strength I had…

And I shut my eyes
Held it as tight as I could
Fearing that the strength,
The remaining, would escape…
I felt down my neck,
I’d cry and fear…
Lost, maybe I would…

Then the wind,
Broke the draining silence…
Raindrops slapped my face
And as they pricked,
My skin and soul,
I opened everything
And lay awake...

I gained some will
But still trembled...
I felt wet again
Right down my neck, yet again…
It wasn’t steely cold
As the rain…
It was warm
I felt it trickle…

I was cryin
And it was the tear…
Not of the uncertainty or fear
Or of the burden
I couldn’t bear…
Although pouring,
They all had started to sear…
All ‘cos of the feeling,
That the end
Of my spirit is not near…