Lost to the World

 

Lost to the world

where comfort is no more,

tension hums within a body

strung tight as a yo-yo,

twined,

waiting for release

 

Lost to the world

innocence forgotten

butterflies splattered

on the windshield of yesterday

fluttering ceased

 

Lost to the world

a soul of optimistic hope

spilling blood until life

seeps below half,

happiness saddened

 

Lost to the world

a fool who believes

in the trust of love

that forever exists

beyond the final cry

 

Lost to the world

even with

all these lifted arms linked together,

these numberless feet treading so close

 

Reviews

[Pink Poison]

Very nice. I like the sense of bleakness in the poem. I also like metaphor of "butterflies splattered
on the windshield of yesterday." The last stanza has a nice punch that brings the meaning of the poem home, very nicely. Great job!

[Salvatore Buttaci]

I love your lines: Lost to the world

a fool who believes

in the trust of love

Congratulations on your win!

Sal

[Tovli]

nicely done, Tammy--I loved the repeating line--it fit in with the overall theme--and a great use of the words/prompt. tovli

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Well done! I like the yo-yo metaphor for tension. You're a very good poet, Tammy. A pleasure to read.

Sal

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Oooo very good!