LOST

I sit here, 

Back bent with self-pity

And I watch 

As the days start

And end

And start

And end

Fearing it might end

And never start again

Countdown to midnight

And the clock will strike

I stand here

Still naked as I came

With nothing to show

That I lived

So I watch the sunrise

And set

And rise

And set

Dreading the day it sets

And rises no more.

Three counts to midnight

And the clock will strike

I crouch here

Knees weak

From trudging through mud

Through dark valleys

I listen to the cockcrow

And roost

And crow

And roost

My breath held, wondering

Will it ever crow again?

Now it's midnight

The clock strikes 

A monotonous chime

That rings and rings

And rings in my ears

So I pick myself up and set off

For nowhere...