INQUIRY

What can I say?
I once was lost and still not found;
I sit atop an ancient mound
of memories & curses that still astound
this beholder of angels & listless crowns.
The world sits still while head & heart pound;
I parade in abundance w/ the rest of these clowns-
I cannot separate what is naturally compound,
as I cannot save what wants to drown.
I fight to please these tireless hounds
that soil the territory of my soul's hometown.
I cannot reach what hope surrounds,
because by my own hands my feet are bound.
Once, twice, thrice...I've been around;
and curiosity stirs with peculiar sounds.
What's good and pure keeps me down,
but happiness hides in this naked frown.
The time is now to become unwound-
Remembrance breeds in barren grounds;
this I can feel, but leave abound.
What can I say?
I once was lost, and still not found.