Last Night's Nightmare

Closing time,
the door gently shuts behind you,
stranding you alone with no light.
Your voice has left,
and the syllables sound wrong.

where are you?
where were you?
is this you?

You reach for your pocket
and pull the pieces from it,
a shattered clue emerges.
You breathe help,
but the silence doesn't break.

who are you?
what is this?
is it good?

It did it's job,
it made you this way,
this is what you planned.
You could rebuild
and make the mistake.

Do you want to?
How will it go?
Is it wise?

You move towards
where you think it might be,
but you've never been sure.
You hear a voice,
but you know it isn't yours.

Yours has been lost.