I’m lost

the taste has faded
my mouth is stale
my face is covered in dried, crusty tears
it’s chilly in the house now
very quiet
there’s a light snow covering the ground
muffling even the deer’s footsteps
I’m lost
don’t know where to turn
the one candle I’ve lit
is hard to take
it hurts my eyes
will it always be this way
will I always feel empty
rattling abandoned like a ghost
in a house whose shadows keep me company
the creaks and moans echoing voices I sometimes catch
whispering dirges in spring, awaiting winter
I want to sing along to the strange tunes
but there are no words
for mists and dirges
as they creep through me and the old house
lost, we’re lost, abandoned