A hand for the lost

Giving meaning to the breathless, swallowing a hint of the dust, choking on what lays deep within.

Breaking through the fictitious life and death, stands a forcefield taking you above. Above to a mysterious existence, you lay in thoughts, in memories, in images , yet you lay nowhere.

A filter of black adds to my image of life as yours is lost. Standing in a barren land once full of life, now replaced by emptiness & filth.

Footsteps remain, those that I make to reach you in the unseen.
A hand not long enough to reach yours lays motionless in the depth of pur memories.