Lost.

a poem….

lost in time and space nowhere to go having been there and here this feels like home now after such a long time

where did it all begin many moons past and where will it all end

floating uncomfortably cradled and nurtured by no thing at all with no real refuge even though we pretend sometimes others not so much

always under threat of being found out discovered for what we truly are imposters, fakes pretending to be real when deep down we know we are nothing at all no-one nothing special we don’t even exist

if we could just let go of the burden set it down once and for all and enjoy a peace of sorts in this universal lie we call life

© Kerry Jane Rider 16th October 2021