The Lost Ones Poem by Nic Cross

Where do the lost ones go
Where can their souls find their peace
Swinging on a rope to and fro
Why is it them who seek release
I ask anyone who should know
Where do the lost ones go

Where do the lost ones go
How did they become these hollow shells
Slicing slowly and watching the blood flow
Why were they forced into a personal hell
I ask anyone who could know
Where do the lost ones go

Where do the lost ones go
How did they become these troubled souls
Needing pills to find the numb they yearn to know
Why them who paid the tolls
I ask anyone but I fear no-one knows
Where do the lost ones go

Where do the lost ones go
The beautiful ones that depart too soon
Silently into the ocean, they go where no boat may row
They thrash and cry till death soothes like a mothers croon
Is there not a single soul who could know
Where, o where, do the lost ones go

As I slice my wrists and my mortal tether
I seek only for eternal rest
I shall want for naught in my final weather
I fear only the knowledge I failed life’s test
I need not ask who dares to know
For I shall see when I arrive
Where the lost ones go