Crushed roses like faded dreams lie withering on the ground,

dirty, stained fingernails scrape the slate floor in despair.

darkened eyes, lost to the light of the world,

dilated pupils scan the greying horizen day by day,

as though looking, searching for something that cannot; will not, be found.

blankly staring at the peeling paint of the wall,

reliving lost memories,

lost dreams,

dwelling on the dead past,

straggly hair lining haggard face,

once gloriously golden strands,

now falccid, drooping,

lost in the haze,

no welcoming lights to be brought home to,

nothing to be drawn out of the darkness to.

lost.

--By Yue Lin

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