Finding Lost

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days lost

as a recycled relic

alive behind jigsaws of glass & brick

just shifting mortar in this dead man’s dance

where the rabid rabbit is trapped in a clockwork spiral

where the tick  crawls on that walled clock of damned denial

listening to souls shadow-chase ghosts under the midday moon

such is another day climbing that planned tapestry chain

forgetting freedoms, faces, and even our names

handcuffed to habits, hurts, and self-blame

I’m out of place amongst the mundane

where static delays decay my days

like a sidelined renegade

chained in body

yet free in mind

how I choose to fall

is where I’ll learn to fly

to stop playing the paycheque-whore

& never look back for that boardroom door

to face the long black-water heated highways

I’ll re-find a renewed lost within an unscheduled history

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4 thoughts on “Finding Lost

  1. Nik says:

    Really enjoyed reading this one Mel. What immediately struck me about it is that it made me consider how so many chains on our lives are self-imposed. One day my own paycheque-whoredom will be a distant memory…

    Lots of great lines but perhaps my favourite was “static delays decay my days” – so much frustration in those words and it really resonated with me. A great read as always.

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