On being lost Poetry Series: Clouds, by Maek Modica
Ha. Lo. A catastrophe! What now? Where can you go that I can’t follow? Why do we dance so? At times staring misery in her face and yet running from regret in the same breath.
This is what it’s like to be truly lost. Mind enacts then heart falters. Emotions disperse captivation. Entropy ensnares. Body collapses. Then thought betrays. Repeat. The greatest battle of the plain, spanning your entire lifetime.