Lost

I wrote this in a matter of two or three minutes, as I laid in bed, trying to relax and fall asleep. The random musings of my tired mind...

I lay here, late at night.
Nay, 'tis early morn.
I'm thinking of you.
No, not of you
But of this and that.
I don't even think of these.
I think of nothing.
Nothing.
I am thinking of everything.
I am unable to sleep;
my mind whirs
in ceaseless storms of chaos.
Nothing.
I am nothing.
I no longer exist.
A shell, an empty body--
I am a blank mask,
seeing all
but never truly seen.
Incessant, pointless thoughts.
Countless dreams never reaching fruition.
I am alone.
Alone in my turbulent mind.
Where have I gone?
Lost
I've become lost in my thoughts.

Author's Note

Picture credit: thinking-silence on Deviant Art

Reviews

[Anonymous -]

Reminds me of kanye west ; lost in this world. Dunno why but made me think of that song.

[Elina]

Thank you for the review.

[Revery]

From my time I've spent in the cafe, I come to learn of the solidarity of poets in their solitude. We feel too keenly to find our equal in the regular world. Not sure if touches on the story behind this poem, but that's what it made me think of.

[Elina]

Thank you for the review.

[jasmine barnett]

Lovely poem and what made it even more lovely was because of the way you express yourself.The words were true and powerful.

[Elina]

Thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed it so well.

[MoriartyMesa]

IMO, the mind can always used for far better things than concern of small moments.

[PoemRodent]

I really enjoyed this piece and your flow is very delighting. Keep sharing your words are beautiful.

Thanks for sharing!

Rob

[Elina]

Thank you for the lovely review.

[Blue]

It's great that you were at least able to jot down such thoughts, Elina. (I usually just stare up the ceiling in a wordless state of mind.) The transition of one thought to the other is also wittingly stated, resulting in a professional flow of written thoughts. I am impressed. Good job!

[Elina]

Thank you very much. I am glad you enjoyed it.

[Eddie Davis]

I think this might be known as 'flash poetry', and it is interesting to me because it does capture one of those sleepless, mind-racing sort of nights. I could relate to a lot of that. I think you meant that your mind 'whirls'' instead of 'whirs', but other than this, it was perfect for a late night sharing of your stormy mind.

[Elina]

Thank you! And whir actually was the word I had intended to use. I felt it described well, the pattern of my thoughts; fast-paced and buzzing.

[Eddie Davis]

My apologies.

[Elina]

You needn't apologize. Different views and opinions are always appreciated.

[Roger Turgeon]

The unsure-ness of your own thoughts truly describes one who is lost. Enjoyed ( : O )

[Elina]

Thank you for the review!

[Tomorrowneverknows]

Some time ago there was a night in which you couldn't sleep ...

"...Incessant, pointless thoughts.
Countless dreams never reaching fruition.
I am alone.
Alone in my turbulent mind.
Where have I gone? "


Too many days I have similar thoughts. "Countless dreams never reaching fruition..." ...

Are posible our dreams?...

...4 am. I don't know if I will be able to sleep...

[Elina]

Thank you for the review.

[Tomorrowneverknows]

You're welcome! I'm sorry for my English level..I really like your poem. Have a beautiful day.

[Elina]

You've nothing to apologize for; I can understand your English. I only wish that I knew more than the basics of Spanish.

[Tomorrowneverknows]

Thanks for your words Elina

[Tomorrowneverknows]

Elina I have had computer problems on the website. For that reason you can see two deleted messages. Jesus

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Seems this was an attempt at verse...
after exhaustion has kicked in...
yet the idea lingers in your mind to jot down...
or never ceases to dwindle in the mindset...