Lost
#3 of Poetry
Lost in my thoughts, nowhere to go, I couldn't escape, I found myself trapped.
Sometimes, the best way to get out of it, is to share it. To write, talk, draw, express yourself.
Lost and alone,
I howl to the moon.
Seeking communion,
Getting none.
Where am I going,
What am I doing,
How will I get there,
Why should I care.
Around in a circle,
Slow like a turtle,
Stuck in the mud,
Drowned in a flood.
I feel the fool,
An absolute tool,
Thinking something more,
But so immature.
Wrong, wrong, wrong,
Feeling strung along,
My own mistake,
That I always seem to make.