#11 – Lost & Found
Such a great cost,
When love is lost.
The world is shaken,
And lives are taken-
Hate on every block.
Such a fight
To make wrongs right
Not enough hours
To sweet this sour-
Clicking of the clock.
And before dawn,
All is gone.
Think in bed.
Of lives we’ve led-
Ponder thoughts “what if?”
And on this sill,
I’ve lost my will.
Stare down below,
Beyond my toes-
How long until I’m stiff?
I’ve seen the worst,
And myself am cursed.
With no belief,
I lie through teeth-
Anything to get ahead.
I know not who am I,
Nor have reasons as to why-
Why I feel like I do,
Of us; of me and you-
But hope that light is shed.
For somewhere deep in me,
I know, somehow, that we-
Have the power to make things better
Just a matter of letter by letter-
But we need to realize.
That we can have it all,
Without making all else fall-
And we can make some ground,
If we ourselves are found-
Right in front of our own eyes.
Before all is lost.
~Ramblings of A Crazy Man, #11 (Lost & Found)
