LOST
The world is enveloped in dark,
No hint of a bright spark.
Drowning in the murky hell,
Nobody listens though i yell.
I'm alone in a losing battle,
Feel like a lion hunting cattle.
No sense of hope or direction,
Blindly following misguided intuition.
Which keeps leading me to here,
A cold wet pool drenching me in fear.
As i shiver in the darkness,
The whispers incessantly hurl bitterness.
NEVER GIVE UP
Good things are never meant to last,
they disappear so lighteningly fast.
Such is the nature of our comical earth,
which really is a place of dearth.
