It's Lost

Bleary eyed poetry.

I'm facing all of my worst fears,

I don't know what I'm doing here.

In my head, I scream out loud

in hopes that what I lost is found.

My heart is torn, my mind is weak,

my vision blurred and hope is bleak.

My eyes are open, they try to close;

a wilting, sorry, broken rose.

They don't know who I really am,

in a herd of cattle, I'm a lamb,

I call for help, but no response.

Whatever I used to have is gone.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Heartbreak and loss can turn us upside down and inside out. We can feel totally bereft. Your short poem described those emotions well. Conveyed so well. Thanks for posting.

Chris

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Honest conffesion about your self. Searching for place and purpose in your life.you craved very beautiful piece.