Lost
LOST
A feeling of non-existence
So deep yet so close
A feeling of non-acceptance
Buried but yet it rose.
The thought of being lonely
As the days pass by
The thought of weeping quietly
Not really knowing why.
The feeling of ignorance
But still standing bold
The feeling of repentance
Though sins don’t unfold.
The thought of losing faith
So strong yet unsure
The thought of losing identity
So hard to endure.
But, most of all the solitude
That burns within my soul
I’ve lost my whole universe
That once used to make me whole.
Copyright © Tabitha Dsouza | Year Posted 2006
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