My Feeble Words

I stand still in this lonely valley
Hills looming over me on either side
Mischievous shadows scamper over the grass
Pointing and laughing
Mocking my very existence

They're magnificent works of art
So deftly formed from the darkness
I dutifully harbor within my mind
Slowly fading
In their stygian glory

I shout to the starless night skies
My desperate cry echoes in the valley
This obscured rut I've slipped into
Dreaming in pieces
Unable to fit the vision together

I've become lost
So lost