Lost in the Sea

Lost in the sea of vacant space,

The weight of silence bears him down.

He searches for a warm embrace—

But all he finds is his own frown.

He has no purpose, no clear direction,

His thoughts are fogged with doubt and haze.

Untethered from all true connection,

He floats through dim, uncertain days.

He wanders far, with restless stride,

Longing for someplace to call home.

But every path ahead is wide,

And every trail leads more alone.

Beneath a moonlit, quiet sky,

He dwells on choices never made—

The roads he walked, not by design,

But shaped by hands he could not sway.

The footprints pressed into his chest

Are echoes from a life once known.

They linger still, without request,

A past that sings, but sings alone.

He hides from the pain that never sleeps

To scared to meet the storm inside

But healing waits in wounds dug deep

And only there he learns to ride.