Map

I have looked
And I have tried to find
All that there is to see
But searching places
On a map not found
Are proving difficult for me
I can seek
But never find
Things that are not meant to be
So try as I might
Without hope on hand
To break this door without a key
Only breaking faith
Like the breaking waves
Of a vaste and dirty sea
Lost beneath the sand
In the sea unseen
Just a lonely remnant of what once was me

Lost 3

I didn’t realize we could do more than one, and even if only one counts I’d like to add this one to the Trifecta Writing Challenge.

 

Not knowing where she was going, only knowing where she had been.  In her hands, a single empty road map was she holding, which proved to be no help in the very end.