The Lost
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Why must the lucid be so elusive
And why what I see so foreign to me
A wished for picture, childish fixture
Hoped reality, just a fantasy
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Why am I just mist, my fight to exist
And why does this ghost still scare me the most
A life in gray viewed with form unimbued
Shaded spectral host with nothing to boast
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Why do I have dreams and hell in between
And why does that fire leave ashes of ire
A hope risen smoke, the wishful left broke
Needed for the pyre, my wanting expire
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Why does life pretend, goodness in the end
And why learn to smile just a little while
A mind with soul pains and nothing explains
Haunted by the trial, lost in denial
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
I felt the words of this. Eloquently crafted, though melancholy in tone. Well done!
Thanks sis! Love you always!
heavy heart – well done
Thanks Beth!
A soul~haunting mix of melancholy and reality. Love it, Brad.
Thank you. You are too kind!
You’re welcome!
Beautiful, dark but with wings to rise. Lovely work indeed my friend.
Thank you, my brother!
My pleasure my brother!
so many questions… I hope you’ll provide the answers soon…
As soon as I find the answers, I will happily share them. None as of yet….
I’m counting on you…
Wow, that was expertly crafted.
Thank you, Geoff!
Not enough answers to all of life’s mysteries.
Could not have said it better myself. Thanks Pete!
Brad I can understand and relate to some of what you are saying. You are such a talented, kind and compassionate man. We all at times I believe we question where we are. I pray God will place someone amazing in your life and you will know it the minute she begins to talk. Love drops by when we never expect it. Hugs 🤗 and love ❤️ Joni
Thanks Jonikins!
You are so welcome. 🤗❤️