LOST

A small story which need emotions to understand
A word which needs a path to make a sentence
And a sentence which needs life to live
Is in the verge off losing down by the river

As i wander in the woods in the night
Watching those fireflies fight
Fighting the darkness to make a clear path for themselves
To makes us believe that yes i can re-live

What worries me is thought of getting hurt
As I call out the name all I hear is the echo
To the very existence that i was shut
A story that will never be heard

Met many but all lost
Nobody even tried to understand me even for a cost
I realised I’m alone in the woods
And no-one even tried to show me the path as they should

My heart bleeds to the very pain I endure
Yet no-one tried to even show me the cure
Yes you’re dumb to understand the presence
As it is been cloaked for you to see the essence.

Every bright day ends with the cold night
Yet you still struggle to face the right and fail to fight
Days burnt, night freezed
But my thoughts, why not it’s been seized

This is not the end as I live to face the devil’s den.