Lost

Cold hands grip tightly
that which none will take
the fear of revelation
terrorizing meek minds.

Harsh winds carry words
sounds of broken thoughts
travel incessantly
stopping only where
damage may be done.

A dark, colorless sky
shrouds public sin
and magnifies pain reflected inward.

Stars fail to penetrate
the dark cloak
where the twisted wretches rule
and fear is the law.

The doors ahead are shut in terror
those behind lead to cold light
and shattered memories.

Trudging ahead, wondering
questioning all that is dear
fatigued from introspection
lost in a labyrinth of thought.

Icy words
leave festering wounds
for healing is impossible
when the source of pain is lost.