I'm lost, I'm searching for me,
Where did I go, I can't see.
My life has spun me around,
I've forgotten where I'm bound.
The darkness feels so deep,
My heart does not so easily leap.
I'm struggling, I'm trying to cope,
But I still feel lost, without any hope.
My identity has been forgotten,
My dreams have been all rotten.
I'm looking for a way to find myself,
But I'm stuck in a hell.
I'm lost and confused,
I'm feeling so abused.
My mind is a big mess,
Maybe I'll find something to bless.
I'm searching for me,
But I'm not sure who I'll be.
I'm afraid of the unknown,
But I must go on.
I'm ready to start,
To find my lost heart.
I'm ready to go,
Ready to find my own way.
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The Language of the Soul
Poesiaa poem is a song a lyric of life, a voice of emotion and a reflection of strife. a poem can be funny and make you laugh out loud, or it can be serious and make you ponder its cloud. a poem can take time but the result is worth it, a creation of beau...
