lost and found

lost and found …

1.

i was lost,

scrambling for scraps of love, of life,

desolate, empty, my heart seemed destined to ceaseless strife,

lost in between murmured promises and yearning for free abandoned flight,

only to be cast aside in the deep dark of night.

2.

you found me,

strewn across festering boulevards,

you picked me up as i lay broken,

your love breathed life into my deadened soul, 

after all the trite words were casually spoken,

your essence,

your being, lifted me,

my heart once more in free joyous flight,

you found me,

you saved me from myself,

you ushered in spring days,

after so many a corrosive night,

you found me …

searching for better days

searching for better days …

seizing breaths

frantic,

breaths ever fleeing,

grasping,

holding on.

fingers raw,

the mind a sprawl,

while below,

the cackling sniggering chasm,

hungers

for

marinade

in

the

grinder.

souls numb,

absolved as dumb,

hearts hard,

admiringly referred to as being hardy,

fester,

ever on

and on.

rotting,

making a stink,

slipping

deeper into inviting arms,

plush sofas,

leather chairs,

plastic smiles,

promises of far too many miles,

all yet to be trodden upon,

many yet to be trampled on,

but all that too shall be all lost in the haze,

while scavenging,

ravenous,

covetous,

looking,

searching,

trampling onwards,

trodding,

ever on,

and upon,

anyone,

anything,

just chasing the dream,

and just,

just –

searching for better days …