Unknown to the world,
I'm lost never to be found,
I yell and scream
but this all fades into a hellish dream.
I fall back into the mist un-seen,
but how would you know you've never been.
Like a plastic child toy
you can look, you can feel
but cannot see
I am hiding the vulnerability...
I feel within this stormy sea,
which I am and always will be.
What’s the use in fighting
When you say ''we cannot help''
I feel this pain... Like I am just human remains
but when nobody listens...
I fall into hell
so what’s the point in fighting
When there is no-one to tell.
.I am lost never to be found.
What did you think
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this is so sad. I hope that you will not be lost forever and that this pain will cease and a new day will dawn to brighten your life and your future. Poetry is like talking to an old friend. When we feel no one listens... we at least have the letters floating in space trying to find a connection to some heart some where.
Take care
Becks
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