I question myself on a point of my health

All my reasons are shaking and trembling

The words they make sense in my head but crumble as they’re spoken

My reasons my thoughts all seem

To get caught up in tangles

They come out disjointed

There’s a tune in my ear whispering

Yet I hear another story whimpering

My eloquence fades as it travels in rays

Only spoke it to give you sunshine

Words and phrases lets loose in blurts

Just the surface of what I’ve been saying

If you hold my hand then you’ll understand

The heat of our skin puts them together

Snap back into place held by wires, I place

My soul in a dead lost language, I shrug

And you give me new strength from afar

Got a feeling, the meaning’s been conveyed

I trust in my hands, trust in my feet

Word’s footing and purchase has stumbled and fallen

Against the rough stone of the wall I tumble

And move with a crawl to the meaning that I’ve been intending

Time stops as the moon strikes midnight

heralding notes forged from musical mice.

The Lost wander wondering if their second sight has guided right.

Blank, the lake reflecting with shimmers of the night’s chimes

sending shivers down a million fear locked spines:

caught in the trap of night, dark enveloping twisting sheets of nothing

wrapped in fog though alleyways down and across their minds.

bars on one side but they never need to leave

find in the blindness something akin to reprieve,

the selection of redemption though justice eyes are tied tight

and her twisted son striking painted blind, so:

through a splash in reality water drips down to be

caught in lashes tied tight with daylight,

unable to perceive the world around it in need;

taking steps to nowhere never able to leave.

They take up mantles of crusaders lost in dank caves,

and as the fog hits ocean rolling back from the beach

carries with it the hopes and dreams of children who see:

 a world they are left to inherit if any of them can bear it

we’ll have a new generation of lost wanderers with white eyes.