Lost

Lamb's poem

I am the lost lamb who wants to live. My life survives at the wish of the sheep.

The wish comes true on the wolf's condition. For me to put his enemies to sleep.

The sheep is my friend, she watches over me. She says I'm the sheep in wolves clothing.

The wolf is my master, he hurts and controls me. He calls me his demonic play thing.

I walk the halls and see the lost. They have sadly been guided here.

They are soon to be the wolf's chew toys. Those who ignore the sheep disappear.

The ones who listen to her are given life. Put in an arena against me.

I let them knock me down in her name. A forfeit no one can see.

Some believe the truth of the sheep. Some can't see past the wolf's lie.

Until the day they know my story. My will shall wither and die.

Not that I can seem to care. The sheep and my life is all I need.

In the name of everything I lost. I breathe life to my new creed.

By C.E.L