Lost

 

Lost.

Sense of hope,

it was in my pocket

a while ago.

I didn't realise

they had holes within.

Now my hope

is somewhere unseen.

Feeding somebody

else's fantasies.

 

Lost.

Heart,

was left somewhere

on life support.

But I got separated

from the machine,

when it gave

its last report.

Now I'm just floating

aimlessly,

high above these

fields of green.

 

Lost.

Smile,

last seen

in old photographs,

when things seemed okay.

Now my lips only know how

to sit in the perfect sigh.

A still life only betrayed

by the tears I cry.

 

Lost.

Words,

last seen trying to paint

a picture-perfect scene.

Now silence is all I hear,

internal voice disappeared

drowned out

by the drumming 

sound of tears

 

Lost.

Myself,

one careful owner

that was

led astray.

Misplaced trust

along the way.

I used to know who I was

where I was going,

now my compass

is spinning

but the direction

isn't showing.

My map was discarded,

the route not memorised.

Just left to wander

under stormy skies.

 

 

 

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