X

Everyone moves on,
yet I remain still, not even like a tree
Stagnant, without even the redemption of the foul swamp
I have the map, but where is the X?
Does everyone see it but me?

I would tear forward, if I had the X
But I pretend to run on
They think I lead
But I am behind, petrified
My knowledge is assumed
Smiling, nodding
Will they see my reddening truth?

I must find the X
Do I have an X to find?
If no one can give it to me,
How can I give it to myself?
My cheeks are on coldfire, why does no one speeding by see?

My burning heart should not beat…
Does it really?
I have no X
I am lost, with the map
I stare at it, willing the magical letter to appear
But as I stare, the map begins to fade, my world shrinking inward
'Til I alone remain.