Lost is not a mere word
A feeling of going forward
Times you think of the backward
Not even thoughts of any sideward
Get a thorough look seaward
May be the sky upward
Again what about the earth downward
Confusion sets in and loneliness spreads inward
Lost is just the crossroad
The need to cross the road
Against the challenges blocking the road
Looking like stones and thorns filling the road
Stamp your foot down the road
Feel the texture of what makes up the road
Brave the possible length of the road
Take it up straight on and conquer the road!
Olaniyi G. Akanji
© 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, lost is a feeling of going forward and a crossroad and a need to cross it.Loved reading the poem