Lost

The wind that chills me
seeps through me silent
Dread the fading twilight
where familiarity shows no
contours blending with the
shade that hides it.

I seek the light, but blinded
by the night I stumbled
felt my terror rumble,
slipped down a scree
could not see what was
in front of me.

Lucid reasoning slashed
on thorns of denial
panic all but stricken
lost within the wicket thicket.

Having no place within this
nocturnal wilderness that
preys on the meek, taking
caution not to rouse my
presence as fair game
the wild watching the tame

Felt it coming on the wind
waiting for the light of day
sodden on the earth I lay.