I find myself at a loss;
at a loss for words, and yet overflowing with them.
I find myself at a loss;
for feelings, and yet oozing them from
every crevice of my metaphorical being.
I find myself at a loss;
for things past long ago,
and even willing them forgotten,
simply won't be
I find myself and lose myself
on a constant basis.
He urges me to go with it
to give myself over to it.
He's beginning to realize where it takes me.
He's starts to see that it's dark where I go
it's frightening and I sometimes go
unprepared
He nudges me towards the dark
unaware of all it holds
of all that gets absorbed there
For he knows that I must go alone
that I will never be whole without
the dark
