So this is another poem that i can't explain. It just happened. boom. No it's not about me. I see a lot of people at my job. Some are sad; some are happy; some are just lost.

The Lost Girl


She woke one morning and was not there.
Somewhere she was lost in darkness.
She searched for some hope inside
but felt only her agony, her pessimism
keeping her from living her life.


She had cried the night before
She had sought some answer
to her questions of why
why did she cry?
why did she feel pain?

She wondered aimlessly
searching, hoping, longing
for a sense of belonging
in the world but could find none.
answers wouldn't come.

Slowly the pain consumed her
Became her
until a shroud of darkness poured over her
making her invisible to good
making her sensitive to all

she tried to fight
she tried to return to light
but darkness was strong and would
not let her go.
she did what she could.

she tried to return home
but home seemed distant
like a memory from long ago.
she was lost in darkness
with no where else to go.

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