Poem Edition 2

Lost

Crushed I stand,

Out in the grasses wild.

Holding your hand,

Having swollen tearful eyes.

The sun setting in the sky,

Oh, the sad blue sky

Has made me cry.

Remedy unknown,

But the cause is known.

My wings are chopped but how?

And flight is disturbed but why?

I fail to understand how I'm so far,

From where I wanted to go.

-AlphaGill

Have you ever wondered if life is out of your control and there is no point making future plans? Does it's erratic nature make you anxious? Then here it is.