lost in it

i can see you there
lying on that couch
black fabric, closed eyes, feet dangling
over hopeless edges

and i know it
the sense of loss

i sometimes sleep with it at night
awake to it and smile in the mirror at it
at times it can be warm, a blanket against the future
but other, longer moments, more pained breaths

all you want is to be found
to be heard by ears greater than yours

open your eyes and see if it’s there
staring back at you with it’s sleepless nights
holding your hand with it’s calloused fingers
tapping against your mind with brittled dreams

i know it
i just don’t know how to help you past it

deep breaths and nervous laughter
close your eyes and count to seven
your knees to your chest, fetal as can be
and one day your lost will be someone else’s found

if i told you i can feel it
can you push it back to me?

~ by kevinthomas on February 29, 2008.