Lost.
To the point of no return,
in eternal darkness,
gone forever.
Lost,
lost,
lost.
I am lost,
not knowing my way,
this street looks so lonely,
this street in the middle of nowhere.
Lost,
looking left,
looking right,
but all I see
is the black night.
Lost,
with trees surrounding me,
woods closing in from all directions.
Lost,
where am I?
Panic,
rage,
confusion.
Lost,
with no direction,
forever in this haze,
of loneliness and malfunction.
I am lost.
~Diya
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Lost
PoetryJust a poem in which I vent. This was written when I was but a wee teenager so please keep that in mind when you read. I always value feedback, comments, and criticism. Enjoy~ Love, Diya.
