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Lost
This world wind of a life has become stationary
I was once full of love, but it has dried up to dust
This weight on my shoulders is too much to carry
They said hard work will pay off, yet I paid a high cost.
There’s no dream worth dying for
Not when you’re left with nothing when you used to have more
It’s not just material goods; nothing within remains
Only a hollow shell in agonizing pain.
I’m feeling so lost and aggrieved
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be
Where was the light when the darkness arrived?
Nowhere to be seen as I was made blind.
Empty promises are worse than silence
Please don’t waste my time with your repetitive lines
Your touch leaves a burn from your supposed kindness
I have no one to blame for being left with this shame.
I’m feeling so lost and aggrieved
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be
Where was the light when the darkness arrived?
Nowhere to be seen as I was made blind.
Don’t push me around; I’m no one’s slave
There’s no place in this world for the weak; only the strong and the brave
Whose fault is it for those that are lost?
An inconvenient truth society would prefer to let rot.
There’s no place in this world for the lost; only those who’ve found their path
How much is society willing to tolerate this justifiable wrath?
With no place to go, we’re all left to wonder blindly
Until the light returns to grant our eyes with the gift to see.
I was once full of love, but it has dried up to dust
This weight on my shoulders is too much to carry
They said hard work will pay off, yet I paid a high cost.
There’s no dream worth dying for
Not when you’re left with nothing when you used to have more
It’s not just material goods; nothing within remains
Only a hollow shell in agonizing pain.
I’m feeling so lost and aggrieved
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be
Where was the light when the darkness arrived?
Nowhere to be seen as I was made blind.
Empty promises are worse than silence
Please don’t waste my time with your repetitive lines
Your touch leaves a burn from your supposed kindness
I have no one to blame for being left with this shame.
I’m feeling so lost and aggrieved
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be
Where was the light when the darkness arrived?
Nowhere to be seen as I was made blind.
Don’t push me around; I’m no one’s slave
There’s no place in this world for the weak; only the strong and the brave
Whose fault is it for those that are lost?
An inconvenient truth society would prefer to let rot.
There’s no place in this world for the lost; only those who’ve found their path
How much is society willing to tolerate this justifiable wrath?
With no place to go, we’re all left to wonder blindly
Until the light returns to grant our eyes with the gift to see.
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