Lost

Losing something is cold.

Losing something
Is cold.
Like the pit
Of your stomach
Has been wrapped
In icy winds
And your head
Is buzzing
Like you're trapped
In a hive
Of bees.
And you're wishing
And wishing
And wishing
That isn't so.
But you know
So.
It's hysteria
And desperation
And shock
Like meeting
Your fears
For the first
Time.
It's wet
And enclosed;
Claustrophobic
And aquaphobic.
It's just too
Much.
It's like you've
Lost something - 
But wait.
You have.

The End

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