lost

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.