House Of The Lost
House Of The Lost
© Surazeus
2025 04 09
Searching empty houses on road of time,
that leads me deep in crowded city maze,
I pause at sudden mystery of soft chime
that makes me wonder why this wordless daze
leaves me stranded on Bridge of Charity
without the faintest sense of clarity.
Though I have searched ten thousand empty homes
for faceless father who designed my soul,
I find nothing more than cute garden gnomes
who tell confusing jokes to fool the troll
who scribbles stories on the bleeding page
while locked in structured safety of the cage.
My mother told me just before she died
the name he told her in the apple grove
after they made love, till they had to hide
from her mad father with the treasure trove,
because to save his life he ran away
so she often wept as she watched me play.
My tragic story never breaks your hearts
when I lament my state as orphan child
while we load baskets of apples in carts,
so I smile and play the clown, meek and mild,
to hide the bitter anger of my wound
which winds my heart till I am too attuned.
My heart ticks twisted with these maudlin tears
when I lounge placidly in garden fane
with Spirit Fox by fountain of lost years
while flowers bloom with suffocating pain,
so I gaze forlornly at golden haze
that shrouds my world with faith in the next phase.
Behind calm mask of my beautiful face
I conceal seething passion of desire
to weave my anguish in this peaceful place
till terror seeps away with hope less dire
than pulsing wisdom of my vanity
that molds the sublime from profanity.
Though I sing charming hymn of holy awe
with soul-enchanting voice of divine truth,
I vow to punish abusers with law
designed for Justice by messiah sleuth
who mocks tormentors for wounding my heart
by tracing way of fortune on my chart.
Abandoned by my father before birth,
I struggle against harsh odds to survive,
then counterbalance tragedy of worth
with even fortune my choices contrive
by building haven from house of the lost
because my father is my inner ghost.
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Orpheus finds Ophelia smiling calmly as she lounges with her Spirit Fox by the fountain of lost years and gives her strawberries to eat.
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