Nowhere Land
It’s where lonely minds are left to think

Nowhere Land
It’s a nowhere land, out past the noise,
where the lost hang out without a choice,
no signposts, no finish lines,
just shadows sitting between the lines.
No one calls your name out there,
no welcome mat, no waiting chair,
it’s quiet, rough, and cold as steel,
where what you’ve lost becomes what’s real.
They don’t chase dreams, they don’t find peace,
they just exist till the voices cease.
Maybe they once tried to belong,
but belonging’s weak when you’ve been wronged.
So we stand in circles, broken, thin,
trading truths we keep within,
no heroes here, no helping hand,
only ghosts that understand.
It’s not a prison, not quite free,
just somewhere no one wants to be.
But if you’ve ever lost your fight,
you’ll know the shape of its endless night.
So we stand in circles broken thin
trading truths we keep within
no heroes here no helping hand
only ghosts that understand
No, It’s not a prison not quite free
just somewhere no one wants to be
You don’t escape you understand
the lost belong in Nowhere Land

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (1)
Believe it or not I think we all have been there many times. It just takes patience and perseverance to get through. Good job.