Lost
By Lakshna, age 16, Oman
I'm a person, much like everyone.
I have needs, like everyone.
So where is everyone?
Why do I find myself
alone in this darkness,
alone in this unbreakable fog?
From where I stand,
I see the world in colour.
So why does everything turn into black and white,
and drop dead as I approach?
Why is every colour I see shrouded in a cloud of grey?
Momentary happiness is not hard to find.
So why does it seem to elude me?
I reach out my hand to grasp what I want.
Yet what I hold in my hands
is a rapidly fading colourful cloud of smoke,
a myriad of faces and moments just lost to infinity.
Lost, like everything inside me.
Lost, like I seem to be.
