The Lost


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


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


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


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


20 Responses to “The Lost”
  1. I felt the words of this. Eloquently crafted, though melancholy in tone. Well done!

  2. beth says:

    heavy heart – well done

  3. K.L. Hale says:

    A soul~haunting mix of melancholy and reality. Love it, Brad.

  4. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Beautiful, dark but with wings to rise. Lovely work indeed my friend.

  5. Jim Borden says:

    so many questions… I hope you’ll provide the answers soon…

  6. Wow, that was expertly crafted.

  7. petespringerauthor says:

    Not enough answers to all of life’s mysteries.

  8. jonicaggiano says:

    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

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