Lost (Just A State Of Mind)

In a sea,

Of sand.

Waves

High as houses,

Some higher,

Tower

Over me.

 

Lost.

Just a state of mind

Just a state of consciousness

Just a state of… America

Just a state

Just a state

Like gas

Liquid

Solid

Only a fourth

Like a ghost

Not quite there

But not quite not there

Either.

 

The sand

Makes a noise,

Whispering

Shushing

As the grains roll

Over each other

Over and over

Pushed by the wind

Over the crest

(Over and over)

Of each wave

 

Sandstorm.

I can’t even be

Scared.

Can’t feel anything

Just a slight tinge,

Like a distant memory,

Of regret.

Something I’d wished

(Over and over)

Had ended differently

 

Sandstorm.

Burying me

Up to the tips of my

Toes.

(I’m on my head

In case you were

Wondering)

Head in the sand

As the saying goes.

But I can’t remember

What it meant,

And I have no doubt

It would be

Lost

On me

In my current

State of … Lost…ness.

 

Does the sky look big

From the clouds?

I’ve always wondered.

Or is it just

Another ceiling.

Faces in plaster,

Unintentional masterpieces

With unintentional lives.

But not uninteresting.

 

And do angels know

How lucky they are?

Or do they stare down

At the ground,

Down at us,

And long for a life

Spent on the soles

Of worn feet.

Angels must have

The smoothest feet you

Ever saw.

 

But I’m still lost.

Whether I’m the envy

Of angels

Or not

I’m still lost in this

Forsaken desert,

Watching Lucifer attempting

To tempt

Our Lord Jesus Christ

(Amen.)

But who needs bread anyway?

It’s much more fun watching

Your ribs as they start to

Emerge.

Like the broken hull

Of a sunken ship

Appearing under tides

Of sand.

And more sand.

And more sand.

 

And there’s sand every which way I turn.

So who’s to say

I’m

Lost

At all?

If all there ever is is sand,

What’s the difference between

This sand

And the sand

In the back yard?

What’s the difference between

One bleak

Depressing

Unwelcoming

Landscape from another?

 

Lost.

It's just a state of mind.

 

 

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

i love it!
i love
Watching Lucifer attempting
To tempt
Our Lord Jesus Christ

[Eira Anchor]

I love itttt! It's like just a ramble, like you've just written down things as they pop into your head but they still all link together. it's like you're "lost" in your thoughts. I love the bit about the angels and the sky. childish wonderings. I always think things like this.