- Books, Literature, and Writing
Lost, a poem by me
I am born of darkness, my soul stalks the night. I find no comfort in shadows, and in anguish I pursue the light.
The years have been unkind, bringing hurt and despair. I find no absolution in the scars I’ve had to bare.
The dead cannot walk, so many times I was told, then how can one survive from a lost and broken soul?
Follow your dreams they would say to me, but mine are forever broken, and from their memory I must flee.
In a garden of poison lies I was overtaken by confusion, and now it seems that the truth is only a distant illusion.
My heart has been frozen, feeling only pain. My eyes never see sunshine, only cold bitter rain.
Can I be rescued? Is redemption calling to me? From the chains of darkness can the lost ever be free?