She Is Lost

some disturbing morning thoughts...

 She Is Lost

 

She is lost, far from home

She knows not why

She knows not where

She is lost, far from home

 

I am alone

No one sees me

No one touches me

I am alone

 

The road is a road to nowhere

My life looks back to nothing

Her life is my life... also nothing

The road is a road to nowhere

 

Where can we go from here?

Is there a way back?

Are we forgotten?

Where can we go form here?

 

All around us

Strangers dance in the dark

Strangers kiss and glide away

All around us

 

I hear her voice

She says, “I don't belong!”

She cries, “Take me with you!”

I hear her voice

 

But I am alone

I have always been alone

I will always be alone

But I am alone

 

I can't help her

I can't help myself

I don't know how

I can't help her

 

So she dies

So I die

So we die

So she dies

Reviews

[Linda Stinson]

Dang my friend, what was up here? You sound depressed. I will need backup on this. Is it because you had to leave the good country to go back home? The poem has no good points. I am not used to seeing you write something like this. I am convienced there is trouble in paradise. Great conviencing work here. Email to follow...soon.