Lost

With its old sadness,night came again

He laid down a heavy head,giving way

To ancient hidden wounds,eager to complain

How each time hopes go thus in vain?

Why each time it just ends up so?

When he'll master the rough world's law?



He loved and thought was loved

It is, as usual, true

He was hurt, but never did hurt

It is ,as usual, no new

A dull repetitive script of life

In which he struggles to master ways to survive

But none of which he ever knew



Fool , breakable , weak

So he's used to training his thoughts

But never tried to train them seek

Other concepts to think of, to feel

That maybe he's just kind,soft & genteel



In this world of lies

He prides himself only on the art of disguise

For he's good at averting his watery eyes

At hushing up even his loudest cries

And though of his there're many friends

He'll leave the other side of him unspoken

For the night to make amends

And though he sinned,

Confused the bad with the good

He still thinks he's worth a day

When he feels understood.














Sally Ali.