The Lost Ones

We are the lost ones

the lonely ones

the ones with no where left to go

could you stand a life like ours

when we do not sleep

for fear of monsters in our dreams

where we do not love

for fear of being abandoned

could you live without hope

ours have all died

we eat your dreams

we steal your love

we devour your hope

and sew pain in their place

we are the lost ones

and we won't be forgotten.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice flow of thoughts. You create mystery and possibilities of the unknown. Something cannot be forgotten. They become part of us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

I loved this!
I liked the meaning of it!
Keep it up!!