What I've Lost

Don't help me, I'm harried in the wind.

I miss the, Soft comfort in your arms.

You left me, On legs grown up to move.

And with you, I can not see the world.



I fear the end's cold finality.

I mourn the injustice in the world.

I am the blotted rorschach painting.

Don't help me, I'm harried in the wind.



You told me to never be afraid.

You helped me to grow up a little.

You made me feel everything's okay.

I miss the, Soft comfort in your arms.



We fought when I touched another's flesh.

We screamed when I saw what you could not.

We wept when she didn't make it home.

You left me, On legs grown up to move.



You brought me the brightest of worlds.

You made me content with what I had.

You taught me to trust what I was told.

And with you, I can not see the world.



-I,
Pushed from you, Despite nostalgia.

-I,
Miss only the, Certainty of the past.

-I,
Stand just to, Be harried by the wind.

-And I know,
That with you, I'd be a dullard child.