Lost

Lost




There are times

When you don’t know where to turn

Hearts unwind

From the hurt of lessons learned.



The pain is real

You feel simply empty inside

You can’t heal

And you just want to cry.



Laughter is silent

Drowned by the echoes of yesterday.

Your soul is in torment,

all colors fade to gray.



Friends reach out

This time they can’t touch.

Where do you turn?

When you hurt this much.



You silently sit

By a wandering stream

And long to forget,

this endless dream.

By Brian K. Walters