Land of the Lost
In the land of the lost,
you can't be found.
Nothing is familiar.
Nothing is sound.
The womb that you came from,
was safe and warm.
You floated on dreams,
free from all harm.
But now you're cast out,
into the land of the lost.
You see nothing to profit,
only your growing cost.
Of a life not worth living,
though tedious as hell.
You go through the motions,
but never can, ever tell.
If you'll ever find your way,
out of this self-made morass.
Your only response is,
to "Kiss my ass."
But that doesn't solve,
the state that you're in.
You can call it, "failure."
You could even call it, "sin."
But that won't change,
the deep do you're in.
Until you find your own way,
when it's sink or swim.
So you'll go on searching,
the boundaries of your past.
Seeking fulfillment,
that doesn't last.
For no one escapes,
the land of the lost.
Where dreams come to haunt,
and you turn and toss.
Where the night never ends,
and that day never comes.
And you're left in the limbo,
your afterlife becomes.
Copyright 2012 © Ronald W. Hull
10/18/12
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With respect and appreciation,
Carol Phelan Aebby
Its strange how certain poems send readers in different directions.
I my case the “Land of the lost”, brought back a time recently, when a relatively simple operation went horribly wrong with severe life threatening infections, resulting in a six month stay in hospital, four operations, and month on a life support machine.
That twilight period was a strange one; the mind seems to enjoy taking one on mystery tours.
I actually thought that I was finally being processed for hell; it never occurred to me that I might have gone somewhere other.
Mor.
Well done my friend.
Regis
Very interesting and inciteful write.
Mary
You're doing so well. don't give up now!
Love to you,
Paddy
God Bless You,
Deborah
You are a great writer Ron, I heard an expression years ago...remember who you are!
I treasure you!
Teresa!
We all walk a path of learning,
it is how we all view it... I shudder
to think that all would see it this
way instead of learning wisdom on
their way...
However, very well done Ron as usual :)
Love and Light
Lily
Anna
and a car to drive..loved
your take on the subject!
Lady Vivian
Deborah
Love ya!
Jane
budd
Chip Bergeron
I had written a very complimentary response to this poem, but after reading Mr. Edward Phillips comment I trashed it.