Racing through the woods. Unbearable pain, Labored breathing. "Lost" It whimpered.
Wandering through the Concrete jungle, from the Plains of Illinois. Harsh features, Unpredictable movements. "Lost" He shouted.
"Lost" in my own mind, Hellish thoughts clouding my Judgement, dubbing myself Dead.
But who will Listen? to the Cries of the "Lost"? it's a Feeling we Avoid. Avoid at All Costs.
YOU ARE READING
Blinded Love.
PoetryPoetry. Emotions. Simply me, trying to find a way to release the pain in my heart.
