Missing Person

Blank pages are all I can see,

Nothing ever feels right to me.

I feel so lost in my own home,

Everything I have I don’t own.

Temporary feelings and temporary homes,

Temporary people always leave me alone.

I’ve lost it all and came back stronger,

But sometimes I don’t want to hold on any longer.

My thoughts come and go rapidly,

It’s like a fire burning inside of me.

And I’m ashes on the ground,

I’m a missing person who will never be found.

I don’t belong here, I never will,

I’m running a thousand miles an hour while standing still.

Missing who I used to be,

But I have no good memories.

Maybe I just miss the pain,

Maybe I miss feeling broken.

I pray to be dry while I stand in the rain.

I cross my heart and hope to die,

But I could never say goodbye.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This sorrow filled poem can be related to in so many ways. Especially during these difficult times we are going through in the world. Thank you for sharing this poem.