Lost...
cold was the air as I steped out into the day,
thoughts I can not seem to grasp-
of yesterday,now, and whats ahead
thoughts in diseray.
my refletion the man I am,
who I...who my mom knew I could be-
happy, humbled,...and content
unsure I stand.
thinking what went wrong,
too soft, blind, was it me at all-
faithful, true, even loyal
who I am...for too long?
filling words I can't find
how do I say...what-
did I do, did I say, do I look
maybe it's just in my mind.
I just know I'm not use to this,
these fillings these thoughts these-
words that I can't find
missing the fillings that I miss.
Copyright © Michael Romero | Year Posted 2009
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