Lost

You stand in the light, turn so they see.
Your hands by your side, surrounded by foe.
You’re gaze is inviting, but burns, never free.
You cannot find, it’s yourself you don’t know.

Human comfort distracts you from being alone,
You won’t know yourself without someone there.
Your mind in turmoil, your heart- broken bone.
Your face, painted in scars of despair.

You shield yourself from the depths of your mind,
You refuse to look, cower in fright
of the burning fear of what you will find.
Of what monster lurks, waiting to fight.

Your spirit is a maze,
By which you are bound.
You need to escape.

Do you want to be found?