I was never a beauty,
Nor a beast
I was hopeless in the mist
I am lost,
There is a path
But my eyes have no sight.
I want God but he left my hand
I can't understand,
I can't pretend,
I can't reason,
What is my path?
Where is it?
Who is it?
Am I destined for something?
I am a girl, nothing special;
I am a warrior, with no love;
I am a bird, locked in a cage;
I am a rebel, turning away
from the man on the stage;
I am a loser, who didn't even try
To cross the bridge;
I am lost, that is what everlasting is.
YOU ARE READING
Wind is Lost
PuisiMy feelings are being written, the poems short and long, rhyming or not. A smile or a tear may drop, but I am stills lost.
