Treasure Island

Ramon Escamilla


Sonnet: Lost & Overwhelmed


Overwhelmed with emotions, sobs with no tears
Can’t understand where to go from here
Confused I am in every aspect of life
Lost with no map, dark with no light

Alone in the world but surrounded by people
Screaming in silence fearing the evil
I hold on to hope but I am losing my grip
Hung over with life and still taking a sip

I am lost in this life and tomorrow will be worse
I don’t know what to do, I am lost I am cursed
Lost in my thoughts solving the puzzle
Lost in myself while holding the muzzle

Laughing, smiling, happy for now trying not to offend
I don’t know where to go from here I'm at the very end

Submitted: Friday, May 20, 2011
Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011

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