Gracian Balendran

(11th of April 1985 / Sri Lanka)

Without a Trace

I am lost for words and
Don’t know what to say
Everything seems so confusing
I am so confused, I don’t even
Know where I am lost.
I search deep inside my heart
To find what is lost.
What is lost never seems to be lost
Yet what is never bound be lost seems
To be lost beyond reach.
What could have I lost anyway?
I ask myself.
Love? Money? Fame?
No one knows and no one ever will.
I get lost and I find myself,
And again I am lost somewhere else,
The sparkle in her eyes found me, yet
The pearls on her nose made me loose myself
Then smile on her lips found me, yet
In the depths of her heart I am lost,
So lost that I am never to be found again.

Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013
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