Lost

Borrowed from http://www.layoutsparks.com/1/104603/lost-in-thoughts-dark-31000.html

The night is dark — full moon smothered

heaps of winter blanket cloud.

When I awake, I do not know, 

if the world has faded, or is it just,

I cannot see?

From the safety of my bed,

I step off into the dark,

in a room well memorised, one step, two.

Then reaching out, grasping air,

drowning. Where is the door?

Hands threshing, mind confused,

I am lost in this room, of walls and limits;

panic in a box prison, mis-made by me;

the only key, locked inside.

When the door is opened,

from outside,

the wall I searched, stares blankly white,

and the black is hidden,

returned to night.
Lost by nialloconnor

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