Lost
Lost in the day, lost in life
Miles go by, years stand, stand true
Finish is the word, a word that can’t be defined
We try
We always try
Lessons sometime agree
The hurt makes them
Yet the truth fantasizes with the pain
Laughs at us, laughs at fear
The being within manifest itself in many different ways
Ways some of us can’t begin to understand
Yet we try
Peace is a beautiful word
If we can only, could only
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.