Poetry: Lost

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Lost

Lost is the silence of a tranquil mind,
Darkness hushed,
Peace sublime.
Heartbeats flutter,
Like butterfly wings,
Beautifully adorned,
With heavenly things.

 

Lost is the pain of a troubled soul,
Anger,
Hurt,
Dejected turmoil,
A Hatred of trust,
Or jealously scorn,
Foreboding,
In Darkness
Abhorrently born.

 

Lost is the strength of a thrumming heart,
Passion,
Conviction,
Two beats apart.
Like the flapping of wings,
The Purest white dove,
Fragility of life,
Enraptured in love.

 

Lost is the feeling of blinding despair
Bewildered,
Confusion,
Solitude beware,
The low points of life,
Or demons we’ve crossed,
Our Love is what binds us,
Forgotten?
Not lost.

By David Mayall

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