I am in a big house, with a maze of halls, <br />I go round and round in circles, <br />looking for a way out of this hell <br />I want to leave, I want to go. <br /> <br />How long will this hell last. <br />How long does it mean to test me. <br /> <br />Making me do this task, <br />is worse than swimming with sharks, <br />if someone wants to make me cry, <br />then all they have to do is leave me in the dark. <br /> <br />This is a living hell <br />all alone, with no-one I love <br />it is making me gaunt <br />making me tough <br /> <br />being lost is the worst feeling you can have <br />worse that your best friend dying, <br />worse than cleaning the kitchen after a roast. <br /> <br />But the feeling of being found <br />Is better than your mothers arms <br />and eating nothing but ice-cream when I’m sick<br /><br />Kayla Lines<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-175/
