Lost

 My salty tears turn themselves 

Into oceans of turbulent emotions; 

In the darkest night 

When the moon cannot shine through, 

Even the most transparent soul, 

Thick blanket of clouds 

Of doubts overshadow the light 

You refuse to come to my view, O sleep!

That takes me to lands beyond my reach, 

The soul feels trapped in the mortal body now.

Perhaps waiting to be released. 

I seek an identity beyond this face, 

A recognition beyond this name. 

My hands reach out in the darkness in vain, 

Find only names, titles, and relationships

That sinks my soul further into mortality.

© Suranya