To the Lost Ones

Your plight, you think unknown

But see, I understand completely.

You feel all is finished,

The only thing remaining is

The dirt thrown over your coffin

And I know the pain has

You in its cold, bitter grasp.

Like a fish, you gasp for

Air, yet the air is too heavy

And you have nothing left

To lose, for you are lost.

A lost one, among so many

Light hearted people, so alone

In the crowd, a mockery

Far worse than utter isolation;

I know. I understand, truly,

Yet my knowledge foes farther still.

You think this end began

Years ago and the weight has

Weighed you down to immobility

And I know the dark is dark.

But you must know this

Before you let the coffin close;

I stand here, once a lost one

As well, yet painless now,

Unchained to fly in the light

Of love more powerful than

You right now can hope for;

So let me hope for you.

The darkness is a great lie

And even a lit match can

Penetrate its’ stifling weight.

So please, dear loved lost ones,

Light the match, uncover lies

That would have you dead

And know you are not alone,

That while you still breathe,

There is always hope.