Lost But Not Gone Poem by Puppet Master
Lost But Not Gone
How could I be so lost,
in a place I know so well?
How could I be so broken,
In a family so together?
How could I be so lonely,
Surrounded by so many?
How could I be so unhappy,
Surrounded by so much beauty?
How could I be me,
When even I remain a mystery?
we make our own life soup don't we, regardless of what goes one around us? the interim factor nice
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8/29/2026 2:38:11 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
An insightful depiction of deplorable condition of life at its lowest ebb - a total loss of sunshine in one's life occasioned by depression, well articulated and nicely penned from heart with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing dear Puppet Master. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST.