The Lost Child... Poem by JOE JOHNSON

On the shallows of the river,
travels a lost child. He walks
upon his dreams, lost from
reality, bent from truth.

He sits on a tree without
branches and sees nothing
but the sunrise ahead.
The uncontrollable wind
pushes him back and forth.

He lays on a flower field and
hears the horrors of his memories
leaving him feeling numb and weak

But alas a single tear moves down
his dry cheek, unable to weld his
emotions together, he stands and
walks in the endless horizon.

Left alone to walk alone and is
sentenced to be lost forever, only
the lantern of despair will guide
him in the dark nights.

The lost boy.