06/11/08. Lost.


Praying to the god I cannot see,
Hoping for a miracle that may never be, 
Yearning for a paradise I never knew,
Wishing that my wishes may come true.

Praying in the dark for a guiding light,
Wishing on a star in the distant night,
Calling to the voice I cannot hear,
Hiding from a being I’ve never feared.

Hoping to achieve an unknown perfection,
Walking life’s path with no sense of direction,
Reaching for a hand I cannot hold,
Burning in a hell where the flames are cold. 

Gasping for the air I never breathed in,
Fighting for a right I’ve never believed in, 
Searching for a treasure I’ll never find,
Walking through the world to which I’m blind.

Losing the sense of right and wrong,
Pouring out my heart to a cup long gone, 
I’m lost to the god I cannot see, 
Hoping one day he’ll come find me. 

7 comments:

  1. Anonymous11.4.13

    this is exactly me

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  2. So hard to comment because it leaves one speechless just beautiful writing I like this poem very much, 'hiding from a being i've never feared', that's just a magical use of prose.

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    1. thank you so much!! i'm glad you like it :)

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  3. This poem touch so many chords in my heart, it is difficult to explain the effect your words have on me. Gladly I know for now there is at least someone else who understand my thoughts!

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    1. I'm happy that you like it! I think the feeling is something common to many, in times of struggle, so you are definitely not alone. :)

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