I am lost, can’t you see?
I thought I had found the path,
The path to happiness
But one word, one mistake,
That path has crumbled.
I too fall, I fall into the darkness.
I am lost, can’t you see?
I thought I had found the light,
The light to my path.
But that light has died.
I am in that darkness,
The one that comforts the broken
I suppose I am broken now too.
I am lost, can’t you see?
I thought I had found the way,
The way to feeling free,
But I am weighted down again
My wings are torn and broken like me,
I can not fly out of the darkness.
I can not find my way…
I am lost, can’t you see?
3 comments:
I hope to take a creative writing class sometime next semester, maybe poetry. I think I would probably have a knack for interior design. My friends and I like to point at objects and guess it's hue. Chartreuse, canary yellow, periwinkle, burgundy, cobalt, and olive are among the colors I am proficient in.
Atleast you can tell different shades of color. Myself, I'm somewhat colorblind on green. I have a hard time telling the different shades, but I try and compensate
Keep writing, you have a very stong talent for writing. I would be so happy if I could write a poem like that.
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