The Lost Ones

Amidst their struggle
still to gain...

Their tears have sunk
for a sudden slain....

Sprinkled drops of
warm red rain.....

The edge that stirs up
a vast deep pain....

Though our fragile hearts
break again....

They lie in our thoughts
like a wild mild flame....

Even as they return the way
they came.....

Our minds were the graves
they've always lain.

by Oluwaseun Ogunbiyi

Comments (2)

Beautiful poem! great use of words! ~~Elya Thorn~~
I like this poem. 'The Lost Ones' are never lost as long as they are remembered. LSP