As human beings
We are often caught
In day to day deadlines
Which guide and reign
Our every minute
And hour each day.
Before we know it
Time has skipped forward
We stand before our mirror
Having aged exceedingly.
As one strains
To recognize oneself
One wonders how
This is possible.
YOU ARE READING
LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
