Poems

Where did the gold go?

There used to be a golden age
Now it's all broken by the men before us
The east shores of the sea have become the west while the west shores become the north leaving a side to wander the streets of the lost
There used to be a golden age
Friends where friends and family was family and there was no land of the lost
All lost now will be lost but those before that were lost never were lost
The land of the lost is like a place that describes a lost soul
The clouds have no break in them and are as black as the night sky though you never see the sky since there is a sense of hope and hope will never exist in the land of the lost
The golden age has found the land of the lost and will never be found again