Getting Lost
Lost between the city lightsGives me a chanceI will make it rightStanding still in advanceI'm looking for a pathTo send me homeFeeling the irony of wrathIn this place, where I can only roamI don't feel painA sense I had already lostFor, I will always remainWith a deadly costLost of any hopeI am stuck in this plotWith a torn ropeAlthough I’m lostI do feel myselfFreezing with the frostSomething I hadn’t feltI lost it a while agoWhen I was in the real worldSecrets that I now knowIn this world, I was hurledI was torn apartBut now I am freeWhat I see is artWhat I always wanted to be.As you see the lightAs you drift as you takeThe ticket for sleepFrom which you will not come out awakeIn a sleep that's deep.
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Published on 11/30/2023
Prasiddhi Dangol is a student at Deerwalk Sifal School who loves writing articles, exploring diverse topics, and engaging in creative discussions.
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