Lost


Scared of oblivion
But crazy for love
Thy is oneself's villain
Something I must be freed of

There's no reward
For such a price
Bound by confused cords
Useless as blank dice

Soundless as silent cries
Pleading for a new day
Lost behind the world's lies
As thy sight watching far away

For the soul has been taken
Just self's knowledge remains
One day thy heart will awaken
And wash away my cut's stains

Gone with the wind
Like in self's dreams
May thy heart be skinned
As hope flows past in the stream

Thy pain must come to an end
Giving up on nothing
With no soul thy must surrend
In the game of love, there is no winning

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Aside from writing poetry, I ride horses, play basketball and softball, as well as attend Ferndale High School. The main supporters of my poetry are my family and my incredible boyfriend Michael. However, my poetry reveals a side of me that no one else sees. Writing poetry has opened up a door for me; I can turn all of my imperfect thoughts into the perfection of a poem. Sleepless nights turned into lines, endless tears turned into stanzas, and eventually all were brought together to make a poem. These are not just words on paper. This is my voice.