Lost
Lost in this turmoil you call
life, yet you say you know me,
For I am a lost soul craving
comfort in my mind,
Believing I am all that’s
good and right, I fail to see,
Why I am lost, why
I am so hard to find,
You miss me, yet, you seem to
pass by some days,
I see you in the distance,
sometimes you even wave,
In thought, perhaps, you miss
me, through a haze,
I am lost, like something you
should have saved,
When we meet, which is rare
enough and not often,
You say, we ought to make
more effort, try harder,
The time and place, hard to
find, I must soften,
If I wasn’t so unforgiving,
we could go further,
But, lost, for my effort has
been laid to waste,
Pain has hurt me deeply; I
feel it for longer,
Family and friends, of this I
have had just a taste,
I’ve built a wall, over time;
it’s become much stronger,
It’s said that time heals all
wounds in the end,
Being lost, it is not so much
a physical thing,
Being lost, is a thing you
may never comprehend,
Smiling faces, wishing
hopefully for anything,
Yes, I am here among you all,
but to most lost,
Secretly battling the
barriers of time fuelled pain,
Unforgiving, of me, my
punishment is the cost,
Surrounded yet alone, nothing
for any to gain,
Am I unforgiving for being
lost, if so of whom,
My absence is not to ease
your pain,
My mind is filled with a pain
filled room,
Too much time, too much hurt,
too little gain.
