Lost

Finding the end is never easy.

Lost

It’s like a labyrinth.

A maze of twists and turns,

dead ends and false hopes.

Right, left, straight, up, down-

dead end. Turn around.

Keep going. Keep trying.

One risk here, one risk there

Don’t chance going that way

Too late. That was a mistake.

Can’t even climb the walls

What if I ran? Still the same

The solitude is the worst

No one to turn to but stone

Keep going. Keep trying.

Miles and miles, hour by hour

Day by day, year by year

But hope still remains,

That maybe one day

I’ll find what I’ve been searching for

surreal poetry
Colorful Chaotic
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