A poem of somebody lost
No idea if life can fit in recipes What ingredients does it have or should have? Is it a total of what i possess or what i lack of? The absence of hope, the absence of determination, the absence of love. Or Just a body swaying among the crowd, uniting with a hole. Thinking of what i lost through the years I can't recollect words Can't make precious sentences I feel blurry, can't see what I know, what I have experienced. I forget all good things that happened to me but remain with ideas that make me feel nobody. My past is hidden among the fog, my future as well Can't find beauty in anywhere I look Can't find any reason to wear my beatiful dress and put on my red lipstick This is how I produce myself by destroying constantly Which pave the way for losing me, my attempts to find meaning in life, my love for the world.