Lost
By Lakshna, age 17, United Arab Emirates
in a world of my own,
waiting for something I have lost -
a presence, someone's words,
someone's gaze, their attention.
I'm wandering in a fog
that has blinded my senses
making me numb to all of the world
except for the presence of the absence
of that which is lost to me.
Not gone forever, no it hasn't, it cannot;
but the return is far away,
the greeting uncertain.
We parted on bitter words;
I got no chance to apologize,
for pride and a sense of unwantedness
took root in my heart.
Now I silently lament, for my impulse,
has cost me dearly -
or so it seems.
What I chose to run away from,
I now seek to go after it again.
I long for the return of the something that
I have lost -
a presence, someone's words,
someone's gaze, their attention.
I need it back, it's like my lifeline,
my guiding light.
Without it I'm lost in a fog
that has blinded my senses,
made me numb to all of the world,
except for the presence of the absence
of that which I have lost.
I need you back, more than you can imagine,
even though I hide it from you and the world
