Truly losing means not starting again.

Sleep holds me as a willing prisoner.

No sunbeam or alarm could raise me.

For when you are lost, you are empty.

Or at least seek to be empty.

Empty without thought.

For the emptiness is the only place that pain does not exist.

The last hold out when it is all too much.

Please let me be empty for awhile.

We all lose on occasion.

Let me recognize it as such.

As long as I do not stay lost forever.