Lost

In the labyrinth of sorrows, where he roams,

A person lost in thoughts, his mind adrift,

His spirit consumed by shadows, so cold,

A soul encased in darkness, pure and swift.

With eyes that mirror a chaotic storm,

He wanders aimlessly, devoid of light,

His heart a battleground, so bruised and worn,

A maze of shattered dreams, hopeless in sight.

Once a shining star, now dimmed to despair,

His thoughts a whirlwind, tangled webs they weave,

Lost in the labyrinth of unanswered prayers,

His sanity, a ship lost at sea, deceived.

Each step he takes, a desperate plea for peace,

Yet the echoes of his pain refuse to cease,

Embraced by emptiness, his heart grows weak,

A rhapsody of anguish, words cannot speak.

But deep within his fractured core, a spark,

A glimmering reminder of what was lost,

A flicker of hope entwined within the dark,

A beacon of resilience, no matter the cost.

For in the labyrinth, a whisper thrives,

A voice that says, "You're not alone, my friend."

Though mentally adrift, he shall survive,

With courage as his compass, to the end.

So listen closely, lost soul, you'll find your way,

Through the labyrinth of woes, beyond dismay,

Embrace the winds of change, let healing mend,

And reclaim the person you'll be once again.