(chapter five: lost)

An empty person,

That’s me,

Down to this world,

Searching for hope,

On a person,

A friend,

Or a lover?

 

 

Standing solidly,

Watching the lights,

Turn from green, orange to red,

Without my conscious,

A never met the night.

 

 

Tiny droplets of water,

Wash over my face,

Over and over again,

All of them,

Bring my wish,

My hope,

And my life,

Pour into the drain.

 

 

The drain leads to nowhere,

Keep on flowing,

Lost in this world.