Lost Boy

What do you do when you are lost and alone?

The boy will stare at the ground, wondering where his path had disappeared to

When had he veered off the track?

He thinks to himself, hoping that he can find his way back

Off in the distance he can see others like him, but they're walking with confidence

They know where they're going, and why, and when

The boy, with his fists clenched, thinks in fury

“How could this be my fault?”

He ponders, blaming his misfortune on the lack of help

He'd rather believe that it was somebody's fault that wasn't his own

But he doesn't understand

Not everyone can be held

Many have found the path on their own,

Or made a whole new passage

So the boy keeps walking,

Confident that his rough footprints will make another course

He doesn't want to appear as a lost fool, so he pretends he knows where hes going

The boy doesn't care, he will go where the wind takes him

And he will know, yes he will feel it deep in his bones, when he gets to where he was supposed to be

Because no one is ever lost,

Just not yet discovered

Author's Note

All criticism is gladly accepted, give it your best, give it your worst. This is my first peice of writing on this site.

Reviews

[DAVID VELDE]

This is a very deep poem. I can personally relate to it down the line. The journeys we take as youths and the forks in the roads we come across make us who we are today. Good job1

[Alexandria Watts]

I actually really like it. Also with this being the first poem u posted on here it's very strong to start off with. I also just posted something for the first time. Good job :)