Treasure Island

Robert Uy

(December 25,1972 / Manila)

I Lost


I lost my first thought in the morning
I lost my prayer in the night
I lost the only joy of living
I lost the direction of my life
I lost what eased troubles of the day
I lost what gave weekends most pleasure
I lost what is constant in yesterdays
I lost what was to be the future
I lost confidence in my ways
I lost the swagger in my walk
I lost what parts all colors from gray
I lost whom I loved most

I lost you.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Edited: Friday, March 12, 2010

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  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (12/2/2009 2:45:00 AM)

    Simple, profound, complete. You managed to weave the lines with rhyme and keep the idea intact, with a powerful last line that marvelously wraps up the whole poem. Excellent! 10+ (Report) Reply

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