Lost Poem by Selina Gurgacz
Lost
Lost.
In a dark world.
no lights to turn on.
invisible.
lost.
inside a maze that seems never-ending.
always turning and finding a dead end.
lost.
inside the fortress of my mind.
i call out for help,
but the only answer,
is an echo,
of my own voice.
lost.
and not being found,
by someone who actually cares.
but if they did,
i wouldn't be here,
and i wouldn't be,
lost.
Lina, the philosophical twist in the end shows a powerful introspection! You may, in time, revisit this poem to reduce it to core feelings. But for mow it marks a special place in time. Rgds, Ivan
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4/23/2024 7:19:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The maze is a great metaphor for describing that feeling of helplessness (like trying to hold on to a handful of sand) . The reader feels your angst and the irony of your last line. Great poem. love, Allie xxxx