Writing Prompt

“I see that the one who is lost is at a loss”

Who says I am lost

“I do”

Is that so…

“Yes”

You see, me the one who you think is lost is exactly where I need to be

“And where is that exactly”

At your throat...

Unwarranted words cast

Upon an unwary audience.

Untimely.

Unexpected.

Unbearable.

Unfortunately, not untrue.

Unbelievable, but unforced.

Ultimately, unless uncovered,

Unmask my pieces with truth.

Untether, from works of fiction.

Unyielding, witness my affliction.

I’ll make the unknown unveil -

then you can unleash your opinion....

Everyone, everywhere, evermore

Will one day take their last breath.

No one escapes death.

So go forth in this life

And fill it with love....

Native from the Navarro Nations

Truly disappointed by the truce

Afraid to lose their affirmation

Their power qnd their possessions...

Nobody nowhere

Cast out from life, down on luck

Wasted potential...

Stuck in abyss

Nothingness brightens

But abyssal grows

Crushing wight bellows

Bellows like a screaming chant

But just my own

Just dethroned

With chairs of thorns

And courts of horns

On those of bugs

Beetles burrow

Till worms follow

Left with scraps so hollow

Hollow without flight

Or just buried without fight...

Any of the anythings go anywhere

Until all of them go nowhere

And then suddenly everything goes everywhere

Until then sit silently in your rocking chair

But what about the somethings that go sometimes?

Does it matter that they hardly go every time

And is it surprising that most work overtime?

So they can go on vacation in the summertime.

Silly stubborn someone knows no one

But mostly everyone ta...

She loved to lock her locket around locally, locating Loch and she locked to him

He loved to dock his Locker and ran around the Boch Clock, and needed a trim

She met him and locket was loosely locked, around locally with his new love who lock

Who wore a locket, shaped like a rocket, that she loved to see as he ran to chase the clock...

Unrest

Restless

Desperate to rest

Maneuvering around

Isles of invoices

The archipelago of unfinished items

To the promised land

Perched on porcelain

Resting awhile

Adrift

Sea-toss’t

Castaway on a ceramic shore...

Somehow some way there had to be a solution to this somewhere that someone knew. And yet the kind of problems weighing on Hal’s mind didn’t even make sense to him, so if he couldn’t explain his own predicament to himself what chance did he have laying it all out for anyone else to help with?

Simple, he wouldn’t. He’d just deal with it himself as he did with everything else and get the same… dubio...