Lost Poem by Adam Day

Lost being consumed
Confused not being found
Memories resumed
Without care feeling or frown

Thoughts of you
Scroll through my head
My persona seems blue
Wanting not to leave bed

As I lay and ponder
What I did wrong
I think of times fonder
And sing a song

Wishing my voice could
Sore through the sky
Pierced ears would
Be shouting who is this guy

Laying in my house
Drowned in tears
Slight squeaks as a mouse
Crumbled in fears

I must break free
Of this long hard hold
I need to be me
Strong and bold

Live my own life
With non other
Take days in strife
Without care or bother