Lost

Lost
People, People everywhere, going here,going there,
only thinking of what they need, churning like an violent sea,

His eyes, Her eyes have tunnel vision, going ever on a mission,
They don't see you they don't see me, only what they want to see.

Tortured looks and forced on smiles, mask their faces all the while,
Consumed by only their small lives, husband ,father, mother, wife.

I shut it out, I hold my cries, as who I am withdraws and dies,
Lost amidst the human man, an insignificant grain of sand.




Poetry by Kathryn Walsh
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 14:57

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You are never lost, Poetess...You simply have that especial ingredient which all writers have..to lose yourself in a world of imagined characters...All creative writers are lonely souls, they spend more time in the dark thatn humanity's light... i fully understand this great write..Ever write!.
2006-08-06