Lost

A poem about how easy it can be to know remember who you are.

For some time 

I never quite knew 

What I could do 

To become who I was 

Back in the void of time 

Back then was simple 

All was planned in a way 

All was set and clear 

That was how it was 

Back when time was simple 

Now I sit 

Mind in an endless twirl 

Fog came every day 

No matter how hard I tried 

In the mist I sit 

All other things 

Pushed to the side 

All that remains 

Is mountains of questions 

Covering the many other things

 

What is the way 

To make a mountain fall? 

A ever growing peak 

Growing the mystery inside 

There is got to be a way 

Author's Note

Hello everyone. Hope you like the poem. Let me know of your thoughts.

Reviews

[Just Kim]

very well written and quite intriguing.