Obscure Nowhere

(Another 2017-2018 piece)

You won't found me,

On a milling crowds around.

I was on a leaden land,

On the terrain of lights,

Of my dreams,

I fell into a deep slumber.

Fortified with a stockade,

Eyes closed, static.

Awaiting to be found.

Before, I lost in a delusion.

Before you were left,

In the midst of confusion.

(I sort of wanna retitle this into "Alain" or "Daurdor" for some sort of reason)