Still Lost Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

Still Lost



Lost in a world of pain
Nothing to comfort me.
No victory's to gain.

Running through a garden of madness
With only my own heart to lead me,
Right to the gates of sadness.

Why can't I escape this terrible fate?
How do I stop this endless hate?
Do I have to perish under my own weight?

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