Where Am I

Rain hammers.

So much chatter.

Do you know the latter?

I'm on the ground screaming.

Am I dreaming?

Is there any meaning?

All is a lie.

Always a good bye.

Until I die.

I am lost.

What is the cost?

But, please, I am not Faust.

I cannot pay the price.

Or offer a vice.

All I see are mice.

I need a map.

Or a kind chap.

Or any poor sap.

There is no road.

There is no code.

Only a heavy load.

Blood.

Flood.

In inescapable mud.

I need to breathe.

I only heave.

Please don't leave.

My fingers search for you.

For how you were before the morning dew.

Drinking a cold brew.

Where are you?

Where am I?

Lost.