Finally, the dust begins to settle.

Lost

Rowing across a lake
Not seeing, not knowing, uncertain.
Is there an end to this?
Who's there to save us?
Or when is salvation coming?

So many questions
But not much revelation.
Hope...it seems so unreal, so distant.
It eludes me.

Hiding behind the shadows of doubt and anger.
No  comfort to hold on to.
Just doubt as company.

Peer into the light I beg of you.
Let me see, let me feel.
Keep me warm. Keep me sane.
Guide me and remain.

-J. M. Åkesson