Lost

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There once was a point where everything was great,
all in order with nothing lost.
How long ago that was,
now I’ve paid the highest cost.
Loss of life, loss of pride,
I no longer have any thing to hide.
Loss of my soul,
even parts that are untold.
Loss of my heart,
like its been torn apart.
What’s left of me is unknown.
but I what I do kno is I wanna find my way
back to feeling at home.

This poem was written/submitted by Nico Tiller.