it seems that we all get left,
weather it be alone
or for a short period of time,
at some point you're by yourself.

sitting with nothing but your mind,
offering no help,
you are utterly alone.

no one can help you,
the desperation you feel
your innermost being
bereft of any feelings of joy.

a husk until the one who you worship
returns to rescue you
and your mind
from the hopeless corner
in which you stow yourself
when they leave.

disoriented is the o n l y
word for your feeling without
the holder of your
s a n i t y.