Poem By Patrick Tolan

Lost in time and space
Lost in your warm embrace
Lost in the beauty of your face
Lost in this crazy rat race

Lost is just a feeling
Lost provides no healing
Lost is not found
Lost doesn't make a sound

Found; in a broken heap
Found; in emotions too deep
Found; but I cannot sleep
Found; my feelings seep

Found; in this notional sodomy
Found; in this emotional dichotomy
Lost and Found, saved and drowned
What's the difference?
It’s that one is happy, and the other is Found

Comments about Lost

Hi Patrick, I liked this poem, I read it several times, I thought it was great. Very creative and I think you put a lot of thought into this. Take care Patrick. Excellent poem.

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