Lost
I am lost, must somehow find myself again….
Who am I, I thought I knew
The search seems harder than before
I know who I seem to be now
Yet I’ve always wanted more
Ever my own biggest critic
Nothing good enough to ply
Insignificance in the whole of life
Always too stunted to fly
I’ve grown to recluse in this place
Afraid to step outside into life
Pains from the past haunting all of my dreams
Refusal of tomorrows, after demons of the past
Can’t settle for less than perfection
At least when it comes to me
Until reached I must hide, must keep far away
So they will by no means see
I become now just a number
No meaning left to my name
I drift from friends and loved ones
Crawl back in this hole again
This shell I try to hide behind
Is dusty, worn and thin
But I can’t want, no sharing of tears
So I pull back in and cringe…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 27th 2007
Of Darkness Descent
I can find no answers
There is no place I can turn
All that I hoped for
Many lessons yet to learn
Stranded and lost here
The darkness returned
I shed tears from the irony
No hope when needed most
The universe at this time
Like an unwelcoming host
Where gone my strength
Questions new to ponder
How long must I journey
This quest of the ages
I lost and most weary
In this sea of angry faces
And I, in agony, await an answer…….
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 15th, 2007