Lost

Am I lost? Yes I am,

who isn't?

I've loved and lost,

I'm bereaved and silent.

I'm not made of stone,

rather skin and bone.

Easily wounded,

and scared of the dark.

Have I lost my way? Of course.

Your blind if not.

To grow, you must suffer,

even if you fought.

So ask me that question again?

Then ask it yourself.

I may have lost my way,

and those who I love and loved.

All that needs to be said,

Is, the ones who have loved,

Will always be loved.

And the ones who have left,

Should be left.