Analysis of lost

I stumble upon my mistakes
like a thief in the night

blindly
without a clue

episodes that repeat
as often as the rain

I am lost
somewhere
within a million raindrops

I exist
but to die
my footprint visible
only in death

I am
the progeny
of a thousand sons
borne
of a thousand daughters
darkened
of the earth

I am
alpha and omega
pharos to the pharaohs

I am lost
yet
I am found

desecrated
and despised
spit upon
and scorned

I am
a constant reminder
of that
which you are not

I am
king of kings

I am black

and I
am lost