In my world there are two kinds of lost
the one where you want to be found no matter the cost
then thers the lost where you dont want to be found
no matter how hard anyone tried to look around
You are lost within yourself and you cant escape
mabey you wanna wait until it's to late
staying there forever because no on cares
they may not even notice that you aren't there
calling out and looking in the dark night
holding your breahe and covering your mouth tight
turning back to when you wanted to be found
you would go screaming and running opefully someone hears a sound
hopefully someone hears you and find where you are
then you would stop and looking up at a star
lookin up crying at the moon
hoping someone would find you soon
both times looking up at the sky
still i wonder what kind of lost am i?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem