The exuberant creek, the elevated hill <br />I suddenly felt a chill, in my numb fingers <br />Making me realize that still some part was alive <br />Leaving all behind that had once belonged to me <br />Reaching for something that had never belonged to me until <br /> <br />I set on a sail on my little canoe <br />Sailing slowing, leaving the sleeping past, into the glorious future <br />The time then froze, a vague vision flashed of the ghosts of the past <br />Was it a dream? I was unaware <br /> <br />Crystal clear tears started dripping <br />Dissolved in the water, the fishes tasted my pain <br />The sky was now dry, my eyes were now dry <br />The mountains echoed my sleeping past <br />The ghost still followed whirling above <br /> <br />The future glimpsed before me, so lush and lavish <br />With goodness in store, it was a welcome call <br />But the ghost kept following encumbering me <br />My canoe got stuck, alas it got stuck in a furious whirlpool <br /> <br />Lost in between, unable to proceed <br />The ghosts pulled me beneath, engulfing me <br />The vision of the future slowly disappeared <br />The frightening laughter filled in the place <br />Submerging my cry, sinking my future <br /> <br />I was lost in my past <br />For a long deep sleep <br />Alas I was once again lost in my past<br /><br />Kavitha Krishnamurthy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-in-the-past/
