Lost

A poem, and an audio

Jagged mountains pierce
A sky of violent clouds
And before me my path
Leads down a canyon mouth

But not before it leads
Through frothing swirling seas
Like the storms behind my ship
And the massive beasts below it

Through a great flat plain of dirt and sand
We carry on along forgotten paths
In a cold and empty desert that never asks
“Where are you going?”

If you liked this poem, you can listen to my audio version — my voice over cool synths — here:

Lost by Zachary Burres