Thursday, July 11, 2013

Lost and Found (part 1)

I lost.
I've fallen.
I can't stand on my two feet anymore.

I lay on the floor,
With hands open,
Fingers stretched beyond my reach.

Am I truly gone with the wind?
Is my soul already taken?
Or I'm just lost in this bare and broken world?

I feel I can't trust anyone,
Or more like,
I feel like a cat,
With its guard up to my Owner.

I can't even look in my Owner's eyes,
I can't even stand when Owner is in the room.
I feel the walls closing in,
As the lights slowly dim to total darkness.

Am I truly lost to reality?
Can I never be able to find true happiness?
I always feel that no matter what,
My heart can never be prepared for the world ahead,
Since everyone keeps me on the ground,
And kick me till I cry in defeat.

I need a hand to take,
I want fingers to intertwine,
And take a leap of faith,
With a different Owner.
I want to be loved,
I want to survive.
In a new world,
With my new Owner,
And I.


  1. Damn.

    To be cared for but not confined,
    To rise above that which subconsciously beats you down,
    To be understood.

    1. Exactly. I just wish that those things can be easily attainable. But, its hard for me. It almost feels impossible sometimes.