I lie here waiting watching silent ‘neath the shadowy eaves of the broken night. Casting my mind to the lost and broken, lost in shadows, lost in light. What is it? Loss isn't when you can't find something, loss is when you feel the imprint. A blurry negative of what once was. Being lost in the solitary night brings no comfort, offers no light. Thinking is all I can do. But thinking is what Is threatening To swallow me deep Into rolling seas Where the darkest of thoughts Are deeper than the darkest abyss. How then can you anchor? When all is falling All is crashing Beating against your soul. Answer: You don't.