Lost
- Samaya P.
- Jan 15, 2015
- 1 min read
An emulation of a poem by Hone Tuwhare, written for World Language & Literature Class
As she stumbled across the
Ocean of anything but home
With nothing but herself
Within an empty soul
Sunshine tickled the
Shadows of the darkness
So familiar to her
Windows boarded off
Lights shattered like
Her belief in something
Better
Dazed by the commotion
In her world: with no one
Else and everyone else
On their own missions
In their worlds
She felt vacant and
Condemning stares only to
Neglect what they encountered
For what was
Frowned upon was to her
Of silence
The known
She wore a blank expression
A window to her
Soul left untouched
For when the men
Beckoned her presence at
Night she wept in
Her own arms the next
Morning
LOST
As she stumbled across the
Ocean of anything but home
With nothing but herself
Within an empty soul
Sunshine tickled the
Shadows of the darkness
So familiar to her
Windows boarded off
Lights shattered like
Her belief in something
Better
Dazed by the commotion
In her world: with no one
Else and everyone else
On their own missions
In their worlds
She felt vacant and
Condemning stares only to
Neglect what they encountered
For what was
Frowned upon was to her
Of silence
The known
She wore a blank expression
A window to her
Soul left untouched
For when the men
Beckoned her presence at
Night she wept in
Her own arms the next
Morning
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