LOST
I want to go somewhere,
And never return.
Get lost on trail,
And never be found.
Been a while since I last wrote,
my tale of misery from the memory lane.
Is the present so vague,
Or the past so cruel,
The future has stories to unfold.
With every day a passing journey,
No stops, no-one to stop,
With every morning a new mystery,
Unreal than the previous time.
With every night the similar feeling,
This dampening of my heart,
With every thought a new regret,
Of old and older times.
What reflects me, what I reflect,
Is the voice of my soul,
It may not be a voice enough,
It is changing each day,
Dying slowly its death….
Tanzila
