The Lost 2k10

With only a morsel of self-esteem we've not awoken. Will we remain as "Humpty Dumpty's"; Forever broken? Will our emotions encloaked be left thereof unspoken? Ultimately which path are we apt to walking alonge? Ultimately just where exactly do we lost belong? Residing where right seems minority to legions of wrong. Are we destine for a wasteland of utter loneliness? Please! Tell us Gypsy, that in our futures there's loveliness? For we long to escape this self- destructive wilderness.

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Anne Rutherford

Date: 3/5/2012 7:04:00 AM

Sad but very well written Anthony ,last line sums it up . If only a gypsy could realy tell us our futures, would we be any different? Anne

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 9/7/2011 7:47:00 PM

Deeply emotional and sad. Your expression underscore the emptiness that you express so well.

Thvia Shetley

Date: 8/2/2011 9:13:00 AM

A very deep piece of inner turmoil.... nicely done.

Anthony O. Mitchell Jr.

Date: 8/2/2011 9:13:00 AM

Thanks to all of the poets whom have simply taken the time to read some of my older work here. Hope that you enjoyed reading. A fellow poet, - Anthony O. Mitchell Jr.