Lost
Lost and alone
like a ship at sea
with no wind to push the sail
no compass to guide its path
so it floats aimlessly
into the night.
An airline pilot
who can’t find the flight plan
and merely soars among the clouds
with no clear direction.
A little girl
separated from her mother
wanders the busy streets as
salty tears drip from her cheeks and chin
as she frantically searches
the face of every stranger
who passes her by.
Copyright © Veronica Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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