In how many ways can we be lost?
My pen is missing
it's not where I thought it was left
on the table
beside the bed
where it was tossed
I am lost in your words
beyond comprehension
when you talk
I don't follow
Perplexed
bewildered
confused
till you pause
begin again
I ought to have done it differently
you warned
A squandered opportunity
not used to my advantage
to be transformed
I am lost beyond reach
though we talked for hours
you roared
The debate was lost
the battle
the war
Now I cannot find my way
beyond recovery
redemption
flawed
Our language our custom
no longer known
lost
mourned
Have I lost my mind?
Or am I simply lost
in thought?