no solace no peace or comfort
my mind
it's such a vast place
so much space
to get lost or to hide
much like a labyrinth or a maze
i don't seem to know myself well enough to find my way
around
somehow i feel stuck
and spaced out
as if my body is on autopilot while I walk and I talk
i think, constant thinking
so i don't remember what i said or i did
I am so lost.
It's almost like I was placed smack dab in the center of new York
without being able to read or speak
and i can't find my way back home...
in California
that's how lost I am
I'm now starting to freak out.
How do i get out
which way do i turn
I YELL out for HELP
but you're not....here
I wander but I always find myself back where i began
lost
I start to cry
i feel like the little kid who has lost their parent in the store
but im not in a store
im in my mind
HOW! ? ..in the hell, do you get lost in yourself?
In what you are?
In what you've known your entire life?
I start to shake and fidget...now I'm frustrated
It's not fair.
Even as I write this I'm comfused
nothing is clear
on top of lost im lonely
im by myself
there's way TOO MUCH ROOM in here
i want to be found
i want a friend
and then maybe
if im found by someone they'll know the way out
and even if they don't
at least i won't be alone
This doesn't make any sense...
too much room
too much confusion
too much pain
too much of me
not enough sense
not enough light
not enough guidance
not enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It does not have to rhyme to be a poem. You have got true emotion and thoughts down. So I would say it's a really great poem.