Can I ask you a question...?
... What does it feel like to be lost?
Being lost...?
I remember a smile in goodbye
the anger in the eyes,
maybe a little love in all round.
But lost is something
I will never tell.
No one has the same journey,
all we strive for completeness
perhaps even longing.
But lost...?
Lost is lost on all of you.
Being lost is not anything
it is not even solid,
we can even see through.
Being lost can never be taught
it's all the journey we go through.
Can I ask you a question?
Is it that you are lost too?
Perhaps then I can tell you.
YOU ARE READING
Anthology
RandomPoems written by me. Be it sad, happy or anything in between all these poems tells a small story about me. A friend told me once to write down all the feelings that I cannot say out loud.
