Lost in Reality

So lost
and found.
My ground
is frost.
I pray
today
won’t cost.

My eyes defrost
as a compound.
I make no sound
in my exhaust.
On a Monday
I feel like clay
so wet and tossed.

Time has placed eyes on me,
calling winds to pass by.
Age casually says bye,
with no remorse or fee.
Why is here called Limbo
when I’ve lost my afro?
Give me answers for free.

Please summon God so he agree
to show me light while I’m so high.
This climbing rain, pours with a dye
See the colors my heart can be.
Don’t let these words be years ago,
Don’t let time play the allegro.
I sometime ache from this decree

Ruddapoet