Lost

She lives in the depths of despair 
Is she wallowing there?
Looking for which way to turn, 
she sees a sign and doesn’t 
Hide because deep inside, she’s still alive
Walking, slowly, swiftly now 
Will she make it or be found?
Lost in a world with no one to care
Lost in a place she thought she could bear 
Following the road and she thinks of her head
Filled with sorrow and dread
Forgetting the past, dwelling on the future
But for now, she lives in the depths of despair 
Knowing she won’t always stay wallowing there.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Shahwan Avatar
April 28, 2009 at 9:41 AM
Thrilling.
Goff Avatar
April 11, 2009 at 11:38 AM
inspirational, love it! Jim
Smith-Johnsen Avatar
April 10, 2009 at 9:37 PM
Nice write. I like the way you portrayed despair as wallowing there. And then ended with hope..."knowing ...won't... stay wallowing there. Welcome to Poetry Soup.
Steadman Avatar
April 10, 2009 at 3:53 PM
very well written...i really like the line "forgetting the past, dwelling on the future."...~Luke
Devonshire Avatar
April 10, 2009 at 3:13 PM
This is so intriguing, Dominek. I could not help but wonder if she remained "wallowing" in the "depths of despair." You have conveyed her confusion remarkably. Excellent poem! Best Wishes, Carolyn
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