Lost

Poems About Dreams

I am lost
and never found,

is this what I deserve:
life loveless and inert?

I am lost,
no one is around,

is it my destiny, my curse:
to be the last and then the first?

I am lost,
never had a home,

is this what means to be alone:
to know no comfort nor any warmth?

I am lost,
but that’s okay,

nothing really matters now and here,
in this world that’s governed by the fear,
where the dreams are dreamless thoughts,
and the skies are never blue nor vivid…

I was lost but that’s okay.

more by GEORGI DIMITROV-KARLOVSKI

photograph by Jared Erondu

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