Cry of a Lost Soul


I was once so sure of myself, cool, undaunted and unfazed

With measured steps, carefully calculated motions and well-thought verses

I had it all figured out, had it all played out in my mind.


Don’t know what really happened, when and how it happened

Now am merely a shadow of my former self

I have been reduced to a confused, rattled and unsure mess

Thrown into the amazon with boas and wolves at every turn.


So caught up was I in my perfect little world

That I failed to notice the smoke, sparks or feel the increasing warmth

Now it’s a full-blown fire with no extinguishers in hand

No fire drill, and with the dying embers of hope

I pray that someone will come and save me.