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.