Although the world, so vast
seems cold, yet welcoming,
How can one feel so lost?
Does one seek the lost,
...
Six feet under.
Buried beneath loosened sand.
It's cold.
Clammy hands clasped together
...
It's your birthday,
right now today.
You're just that special,
in every way.
...
I am 14 years old, and working on publishing some of my works. I've been an aspiring writer since I was about 9 years old. So, fourth grade. I write mostly prose, but poetry is right up my alley I suppose.)
Lost
Although the world, so vast
seems cold, yet welcoming,
How can one feel so lost?
Does one seek the lost,
or does the lost seek the found?
Sometimes, the world itself feels lost.
Or at loss. Once lost though,
the world feels nothing. No one
can find a world, that has been destroyed.