Lost, but not yet foundA Poem by Lost in WonderlandGliding through a field of dying grass A breeze of virulent air threatens to suffocate me It seems Like I've been lost for years, tip-toeing on broken glass And he watches, just waiting for me to fall
A breeze of virulent air threatens to suffocate me Attempting to turn my soul pitch black Its a raging war inside to win the light back
It seems Like I've been lost for years, tip-toeing on broken glass Trying not come to my inevitable death Stuggling to take atleast one steady breath
And he watches, just waiting for me to fall He sees that I'm naught but a lost lamb, full of fright But I promise, I'm not going down withought a fight © 2012 Lost in WonderlandAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLost in WonderlandWherever my books take meAboutHi I'm mickey:) Welcome to my page I've been on this sight for a couple of years now and enjoy getting my writing out there for the world to read:) I appreciate comments and will read anything you .. more..Writing
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