Getting Lost

My eyes are red,

My soul is dead.

My ribs have cracked,

My spine has already got whacked.

My hands are tied up,

My train of thoughts has suddenly stopped

My lungs are starting to ache,

With each single, lonely breath.

I wanted to be lost in my own paradise,

Where I can hide from myself and from thee.

Where I can hide from the people around me.

Where I can hide from the usual and decree.

Where I can hide from the wailings of my son.

Where I can hide from the fact that I am done.

Where I can hide from all my sins and crimes.

Where I can hide just all the time.

But then I realized I was already lost.

Lost in the darkness and in grief.

Lost in the world of being a thief.

Lost in lust and creed.

Lost in weeds and greed.

Lost in cocaine and drugs.

Lost in the midst of thugs.

Lost in strife and even in peace.

Lost in life, without any heed......