´óÏó´«Ã½

Blast
get creative

Title: Lost

by Amina | in writing, poetry

Praying to the God I cannot see,
Hoping for a miracle that will never be,
Yearning for a paradise I never knew,
Wishing that my wishes may come true.

Praying in the dark for a guiding light,
Wishing on the star in the distant night,
Calling to the voice I cannot hear,
Hiding from a being I've never feared.

Hoping to achieve and unknown perfection,
Walking life's path with no sense of direction,
Reaching for a hand I cannot hold,
Burning in the hell where the flames are cold.

Gasping for the air never breathed in,
Fighting for a right I've never believed in,
Searching for a treasure I'll never find,
Walking through the world to which I'm blind.

Losing the sense of right and wrong,
Pouring out my heart to a cup long gone,
I'm lost to the God I cannot see,
Hoping one day he'll come find me.

User rating

No ratings have been submitted

Comments

There have been no comments made here yet.

´óÏó´«Ã½ iD

´óÏó´«Ã½ navigation

´óÏó´«Ã½ © 2014 The ´óÏó´«Ã½ is not responsible for the content of external sites. Read more.

This page is best viewed in an up-to-date web browser with style sheets (CSS) enabled. While you will be able to view the content of this page in your current browser, you will not be able to get the full visual experience. Please consider upgrading your browser software or enabling style sheets (CSS) if you are able to do so.