Nowhere to run, no one to run to,
Nothing to live for, no life yet lived.
No hope for a future, nobody understands,
No desire to explain, no chance given to do so.Seems like there's a lot of no's in my life,
And too few yes's and positives.
Too tired to run, too tired to fight,
But also much too stubborn to give up.So it continues, the endless road of life,
Or despair or pain or whatever its called.
Its all the same in my mind,
For my life is a complex mixture of all and more.So with nowhere to run, all alone in the dark,
What do you do when you don't know where to start?
Do you give it all up or do you carry on,
Even though each step you take your burdens weigh you down.
YOU ARE READING
Lost
PoetryThe fifth in the collection.... It speaks of the soul....The heart.... Lost in a haze of life and heartbreak. Forces the mind to think.... And the heart to admit