Lost becomes my name, I see no more.
I blink yet no light, all I feel is empty.
No one there just me to think.
I fight myself to see, to see the sun kiss
the sky, just one last time.
I feel it close over me in the shadows of
my own mind. Trapped like an animal in a cage.
Feeling the steal bars in my hands, fighting, fighting.
Still nothing, I can't get out!
Then I see, I see life as though I never left.
Lost is a word of all mankind, Finding is a way of living!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And finding you did! Bravo!