"**Was lost.**"

Due time, I simply could not find,
The place that once bubbled kindly,
All of what was my finding,
Was lost.

Forests surrounded,
Feelings abounded,
Guilt confounded,
I found it.

Fear was gripping,
Capability was slipping,
My hope was drifting,
You were slowly sifting,
I left that place swiftly.

It had ended far before,
What was in store...
I needed more.

Falling to the floor.

(This poetry stuff is sort of fun)

"I lost those who I held dear"
Mhmd elHalwani 

Creeping voices in the night
Shadows lurking out of sight
Haunt me till the morning's light
No sleeping for me tonight

Looking at my bedroom door
My feet barely touch the floor
Something whispers down my core
Something that I can't ignore

Melted candles in my hand
Things I would not understand
My hope slips away like sand
This was not what I had planned

Slowly walking down the stairs
Feel a breeze sweep through my hair
Shadows lurk; in silence stare
Naked thoughts are all I wear

Out of breath I walk outside
Shaking fear that builds inside
No more places left to hide
Guilty thoughts of mine collide

Drenched in coward's blood and fear
I lost those who I held dear
It's all blurred, nothing is clear
Shadows from my past appear

As the silence speaks to me
Gets too loud it deafens me
My past will not leave me be
Pain and torment I foresee

Dazed and drawn by these lost souls
Broken thoughts I can't control
Ghosts slip through this gaping hole
Darkness has taken its toll

From the darkness dreams come out
Nightmares flailing all about
Closing in, I hear them shout
It's the end, I have no doubt

"What the hell is it you want?"
They retreat and me they taunt
One emerges, tall and gaunt
"Your life we will no more haunt."

"You have paid for your wrongdoing,"
He tells me, his voice booming
"This is now your redeeming
You are free." he says smiling

I look at the rising sun
I no longer have to run
My sentence is served and done
The ghosts have finally gone.

"and the tomorrows we have lost,"
Melody W 

After the last mourning calls
of the speckled lark have faded,
will you still take my doubtful hand
and lead me through these silent fields?

And if these fields be saturated
with the blood of our youth
and the tomorrows we have lost,
will I still recognize the longing in your voice?

Crisscrossing bridges leading to nowhere
cast lonely shadows on this terrain;
the chains morphed into my refuge
shall beckon to you softly once more.

"pleading with the lost, the forgotten"
Melody W 

Nightly, I roam these streets
alone in my thoughts, haunted;
symmetrical lanes mock the
labyrinth of my tortured mind

Obsidian stones skim the surface
of these choppy waters signaling
depths beyond the incessant rhythms
revealed to but a few unlucky ones

And centuries later, I'm still a stranger
in this foreign land, my open palms
pleading with the lost, the forgotten
waning crescent moon

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