Lost

A short poem about feeling helpless

Search for reasons,
with only myself to blame,

The angst that insist
and fear that remains.

Despite all efforts,
everything stays the same,

Distorted past,
that make memories stained.

Like a wild animal,
broken and lame,

In bed I lay awake,
with thoughts that drain.

Locked in a cage,
unable to be tamed,

Search for more,
but satisfaction is never attained.

I am lost,
without anything left to claim,

Still,
I toil onward
with all efforts done in vain.