Lost.

A whisper in the wind, a fading trace,
A heart adrift in empty, hollow space.
No landmarks rise, no guiding star to see,
Just endless grey where hope used to be.

Lost in the woods of doubt, a tangled vine,
Where shadows dance and twist in serpentine.
Each step a gamble, forward into fear,
A silent scream that no one seems to hear.

Lost in the crowd, a face without a name,
A flicker lost within a burning flame.
No recognition, no familiar hand,
Just anonymity across the land.

Lost in a dream, a phantom memory,
Clinging to fragments of what used to be.
A fragile echo of a life unknown,
A seed of longing, desperately sown.

Lost to the self, a fractured, shattered soul,
Searching for solace to make it whole.
A journey inward, a desperate plea,
To find the path back to what I can be.

But even lost, a chance to start anew,
To forge a self, resilient, strong, and true.
To shed the old, embrace the unknown way,
And find a purpose in the dawning day.