Wednesday, January 31, 2018

LOST

                               Lost
           In my own imaginations
      A maze of feelings to understand
               I found no way out
                            Trapped
                              Alone
                           Desolate
                            Fearful
          Blindfolded my eyes were
                    So was my heart
                What ifs daunted me
                Heart racing it was
                   To realise that
           I was lost in our memories
                 Not imaginations
                     Just reality
              I never wanted to face
                             Lost
                         I still am
                    Because I am
             Still finding a pathway
                  Away from you
                        And pain

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