lost, life, gain, repeat Date: Thursday, 1st April 2010 @ 08:45:42 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: eshine Lost I cannot seem to point The way which used to lead, My precious life, was all a lie Shattered lives we are all under it’s knife Who thinks otherwise Is under the oblivion Of the dark spell Life Is that what you call living? We all suffer in vain, we smile sometime We search for happiness We find some rapped in the illusion Of time we never had As time is a mere second In your head to be otherwise Gain This poem is Copyright © eshine Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=158602