Lost

Where the little ones dwell that's lost in the night
Be sure of your journey, beware of your plight
When love has failed you and all seems lost
The path that you choose will come with a cost

The choices you make are yours to keep
Mired in frustration, you're buried too deep
Escaping the past was your only plan
Running away from where it began

The hurt seems to follow where ever you run
Nothing can change the things that's been done
Forced to grow up before you were grown
Abandoned by love, you're now on your own

The dreams that you take move further away
They have to be earned and you'll have to pay
Though life is a gift, freedom has a cost
In finding yourself sometimes you get lost

Reviews

[Southern Cross]

Such honest truths and a beautiful write that has been wrapped tightly in knowledge

[Whiskurz]

Thanks for your comment.....Whisk

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The sense lends incredible streght to the emotion within your words, well done, good read.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.....Whisk

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

your welocme x

[Michael G.]

Wise words, my friend.

[Whiskurz]

Thanks Michael.....Whisk

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarri..]

Quite beautiful, reminds of of one of mine
Same idea but different approach, would be honored if you took a look
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamLebzo/1114419/

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.....Whisk

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

thank you for writing

[Dalia]

WOW
In finding yourself ... sometimes you get lost
Mr.Whiskurz , you have narrated beautifully whats inside my mind
I loved this poem so much, I can't describe it in words.
But you always amaze me by your writings :)
I'll borrow that last line as a quot in my profile if you don't mind

[Whiskurz]

I don't mind....Thank you my friend....Whisk

[Dalia]

no, thank you my friend :)

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Prophetic write, especially the last two lines. Well written.
*pat

[Whiskurz]

Thanks again my friend.....Whisk

[Corset]

This seems to actually state where i am right now, making my own way but still missing the old ways. Another great poem with the finger on the pulse of humanity and it's trials.

[Whiskurz]

Thanks again my friend.....Whisk