Lost
Alas! What is lost
But if it is not gained?
It is not holding even,
It is loss and pain.
Pick myself up
From the ground,
Bandage up my wounds,
Blood is all around.
Are these losses
Just too great?
Will these wounds
Heal up too late?
My eyes begin to close
The dark is pressing in.
The pain begins subsiding,
Could this be the end?
The wounds are merely scars,
My terror merely fears.
The pain has not subsided yet,
Just watch my countless tears.