Lost

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My minds a hallway of shattered dreams,

Of hopeful echoes and hopeless screams,

My life is really less than it seems,

Filled with anger and frustration that bursts at the seams,

I don’t have goal,

I’ve lost sight of my needs,

I’ve become a shadow of myself,

That merely sleeps and feeds,

Like the shadow I’ve become, I’ve found I can’t bleed,

I’ve lost all emotion, so I’ve turned pleading to greed,

Hoping that one day I’ll find what I need,

That isn’t based on false hope or words that I read,

So now my heart is unflattered and my soul uncaptured,

I look back on my life, stained red where bloods splattered,

And though my mind may be broken and my dreams might be shattered,

I'm still here today because I remember what mattered.

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