Lost

An older poem that I've written and found again. It was something that I wrote for a character of a story that I was writing at the time. I have long since discontinued the story but I still like the how to poem sounds.

As a nomad she is always alone

Whether it was by choice or not 

She is alone.

Her family killed by a monster

One who feared what their kind could do.

She was left.

The kind heart that took her in.

Taught her to fight

Her heart was happy.

But nothing lasted long.

It all turned to ash within her hands,

The rain washed everything away.

Her heart was that of a child's-- so alone.

She was alone in the world with no one.

Her family taken, her friends dead.

The pain of being lost 

Is the ultimate sacrifice for those like her

She used to so sure.

Now within the woods

She sits among-st the shadows

They swallow her up.

In blinding darkness 

Her tears aren't heard

Her sorrow is left behind.

This is the penalty for love.

It was the execution of a heart.

It was the price to pay for always being lost.