Lost
There are cracks
And there are holes
Those who have lost their way
Those, who have lost their souls
Cracks, lined with uncertainty
Shallow and long and narrow
Split, painfully, like broken bone
With blood and doubt and marrow
Holes, filled with deprivation
Deep and dark and wide
Dug, in haste, like a mass grave
The addicted and the dead inside
Lost, lonely, alone
Missing in the cracks
Someone’s family
Someone’s friend
Lost, forgotten, gone
Buried in a hole
Someone else’s story
Someone else’s end
