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Lost

by Becca Morton

I hear an awkward noise
To far away to tell
Kind of like the jingling of keys
From a rusted out jail cell.

The rustling of leaves
I look down at my feet
There’s nothing there
Except a soft and steady beat.

I keep on walking forward
I spot a running deer
I glance into a pool of water
I’m staring in a mirror.

I come into a clearing
There is no one here but me
Everyone walked away,
Who knows where they could be.

I’m getting worried now
I can’t find my way home
I feel someone watching me
I know I’m not alone.

I turn around
I go back the way I came
I know everything will be ok
But nothing will be the same.

05/12/2003

Author's Note: I sometimes feel like im living but im lost. And thanks Jessica for reminding me - The person looking over me is God, he is our protector, and will always be there with us. I think that was a reflection off of that.

Posted on 05/13/2003
Copyright © 2025 Becca Morton

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/16/03 at 04:35 PM

Really like the imagery and message in this poem. Great closure in that last stanza.

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