Lost

A dystopian world

Lost

Ragged clothes and dusty horizon

Broken homes and scorched buildings 

What little left of my sanity to keep moving

The old days of smiles and the sound of music soothing

the laughter of families echo in these darkened lands

I hear them everyday, how they lived and how they died

It mocks my loneliness, my suffering

As I float through these roads with all of it lingering 

I am lost, but not by choice

Perhaps I'll remain lost to roam swiftly 

As I am lost, I am alive

As I am damned I have survived

But if you ask me how?

Who said I did.....?