I think I lost myself

How did I get out here

into the deep dark forest,

where the shadows jealously guard their secrets

and my careful footsteps sound like thunder.

 

Sometimes I imagine myself being followed

but whenever I turn

I can't even make out the path behind me.

 

It's so dark here,

I can't tell if it should be sunlight or moonlight that I'm wishing for.

 

Moonlight,

I think I would prefer moonlight.

The silver would show the world in a more tolerable light,

gold would hurt my eyes,

make me cry.

 

I think I lost myself,

on purpose.

I think I lost myself

to not have to deal with me,

with us,

with anything outside this dark black forest.

 

I let myself wander,

pale as marble,

cold as ice,

alone alone alone,

lost to myself forever.

Author's Note

From 2009

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh Yheela you should be banned from writing poetry as it flows like love from the arms of lovers, warm and true and frank!

[Yheela]

Then I'll never pen or type another word.
No, that would be the death of me.
Thank you. ^_^

[John Alexander McFadyen]

it would also deprive all of mankind.. especially man kind!

[Yheela]

Well, don't want that now, do we!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Well you may think me biased!