Lost Child
By JM
Motivated and inspired by Native Son by Richard Wright
Lost in this jungle that they call a world
Sometimes, I walk in this jungle like no one else is there
I feel like a scared little child
Running and hiding from my deepest fear
Sometimes I cry and wake up in a cold sweat
Wishing people can see what I’ve just seen
I tried to tell people, but all they say is
Boy, you are a lost child, and that was just a bad dream!
So now I’m wondering, is it just me or everybody else?
Is my vision that blurry that no one else can see?
Because they seem so far, far away
Like the birds flying on top of the sea
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This poem is relaxing to read and draws the reader in. Feeling lost is not a fun feeling but learning to relax and enjoy the moment and the thing around you is peaceful. Emptiness is scary and so is the jungle because it’s a new place with an environment to explore. Being a lost child is scary and traumatizing because children grow up basing their experiences on their parents; being alone in the woods is a new place without loved ones. There are always people that will understand you but might not show it, you just have to find your people. You got this and remember the best is yet to come!