Lost

I stand
Lost
A sillouette
A memory
Of someone who I once loved

Who am I
Questioning
The sky
The sea
And see only reflections of my past

My home
Carried
In bags
In mind
Looking to lay my head in peace

Once, once
Home
A life
A family
Lost now in alcohol wasted time

Decision made
Changes
I return
I hope
Their prodigal deserves forgiveness


Terry Rhiannyr
June, 2012