As emotions and commotiontend to swirl and surround…
We are lost and found
Our souls are hollow, simply follow
‘cause we’re blind and bound…
We are lost and found
Time for battle, herded cattle
On the proving grounds...
We are lost and found
Overburdened, that’s for certain
And now we've been crowned….
We are lost and found
They enslave us, and betray us
Spin us ‘round and ‘round…
We are lost and found.
See the fire of desire
as the world burns down…
We are lost and found
8 comments:
bravo! - wish I could force myself to risk form more often. Proof that when it works, it works very well.
Thank you for your visit. You have a talent for rhyme. I'm quite impressed... and a bit jealous.
This idea of being lost reminds me of somethine Gertrude Stein said to Ernest Hemingway, "You are all a lost generation." It's beautiful how you've captured the idea of being bound to this cycle of being lost then found, which you evoked through rhyme and repetition.
Hauntingly lovely.
That was my attempt at rhyme.
Maybe you have to get lost in order to get found...
THERE ARE SO MANY WONDERFUL THOUGHTS HERE.." Our souls are hollow, simply follow" and, " Time for battle, herded cattle" I really enjoyed your thoughts..thank you for sharing..and thanks for the visit..m
You make rhyme work wonders...awesome poem. Thanks for sharing!
Perhaps it is tears that crown our sorrow.
You bring new depth to sadness with your wonderful poetry, Gratification.
Amazing job and sadly true!
Hi there! I couldn't find your response to the "bedtime stories" prompt on Sunday Scribblings, only to a poem called "the cloud" (which was lovely) -- did you leave the wrong link? (thanks!)
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