
Lost
A poem, and an audio
Jagged mountains pierce A sky of violent clouds And before me my path Leads down a canyon mouth
But not before it leads Through frothing swirling seas Like the storms behind my ship And the massive beasts below it
Through a great flat plain of dirt and sand We carry on along forgotten paths In a cold and empty desert that never asks “Where are you going?”
If you liked this poem, you can listen to my audio version — my voice over cool synths — here:
