Lost

I can no longer move. My heart is froze with fear. I have faced the evil that lies within and it frightens me.

There's nothing more tragic than a man who has lost his way; who can no longer trust his heart to find it. Should I speak of myself as tragic? It is a sad state of affairs that I do . I am lost in a forest, hiding behind each tree is danger. I am afraid to walk on and afraid to stand still, not knowing what sort of beast is lurking just out of sight to prey on me.

Once, a long time ago, I was on a path. I knew where I was going and I knew the way home. Now, I am lost.