By Mark Seifert
Copyright Mark Seifert,  December 9, 2000.

		I'm lost
		like a spirit floating.
		I'm lost
		like a winner gloating.
		
		Neither standing,
		nor or falling from grace.
		I'm just lost
		like a stranger without a face.

		Time sweeps over me
		like a boat lost on a sea
		I'm tossed, and lost,
		broken from what will never be.

		Spirits and spells
		tortured souls from a lovers hell.
		Bent, torn, weeping and broken, 
		from feelings felt but never spoken.