Lost

by
Niño P. Natividad

Few words in mind, yet can not make a poem
Still struggling on where or what? on house or home?
Nothing inspiring in the silence of the night
Ghostly stories made by believers of fright!

I speak worthless of the night's worthiness
Crickets praying, yet no rain in the wilderness
Silence of the night is indeed deafening
Worse when out of words, yet still assuming.

I recalled my past when I was a kid
So happy I was, realities I hid
A kid be growing...into a man of nothing
Nothing is everything the earth started living

Shall I continue writing with these eyes crawling?
Finding their ways into bed...realities awakening!
How shall I live tomorrow, what shall I do?
Nothing for everything, success from a few.