Lost

I reach for the things I cannot have

I love, but it's never returned

Trust is something I give away

Knowing it has to be earned

I mourn for those who need mourning

But for me no tear is shed

No one will offer their shoulder

I cry in silence instead

I weep for the widows and beggers

Just like the good book commands

I've nothing to offer in treasure

I help with my own two hands

I have no place to lay my head

A bench becomes my bed

Each morning I wake up hungry

Knowing that I won't be fed

I'm someone's son or daughter

Somewhere our paths have crossed

I'm the one who fell through the cracks

I'm what the world has lost

Reviews

[just is]

Such a heartfelt write, written very well

[L. J. Clayton]

WOW! This is such a haunting piece, the sense of melancholy wraps itself around you when reading. Such an emotive and thought provoking read. The last line is so poignant.

Beautifully composed.

Thank you for sharing.

Laurie