Lost Souls Wandering

When you're lost and searching for answers, trying to find a way out of whatever misery you're going through.

Lost souls, intertwining, channelling our demons. Swapping stories from the bottom of a bottle. But that's all we are, aren't we? Lost?

Bones in the closet and monsters under the bed, winning and losing battles. 

With letters written in red, a word that changes a story, a story that changes a life, determined by a second, to lose or save a life, a heart, a soul.

Would you sacrifice? -All your time, every dime you've made?

Forgive and forget, to lose all the battles but win all the bets.

Alone now, walking the road less travelled. Endless, trying to find a way out of the labyrinth in your head. Held captive by your own mind. Losing control, losing our senses.

But in the end..that's all we are, aren't we?..lost.

Author's Note

Feel free to share your opinions. I wanna know what you guys think and what I could have done differently, to grow as a writer.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

After reading the author's profile, I can understand the bleakness of this one, having worked in the mental health field for many years. I am glad to see she uses writing to deal with symptoms. The work really brings to life some of the feelings experienced by those with symptoms.