Lost

[nozaki]

I stand at the crossroads
People brushing past
Eager to find their place.
Their home.--The image of someone standing still in a moving crowd is strong in its evocation, but here it could be imagined more vividly. Smell? touch? sounds? and the like. 

But I remain still
Dread clawing at my being
Violently tearing at the fibers
Of my heart.--heartbreak can be better described. 

I stare at the ground
My gaze transfixed on the
Well-trodden path.
Where I belong
Unclear to me.

I succumb and--succumb to what? 
Collapse to the
Ground.--not strong enough to hold its own line. 
Tears stream down my face
In a melancholy deluge.

The paths beckon me
They pull me in and 
They pull me apart.--I rather like the repeated use of pull here. 

I can't walk
Those paths.
I don't belong

Anywhere.--again, not strong enough to hold its own line. 

(This was written when I was dealing with a lot of self-doubt and the like. Enjoy, I guess).