The Lost One (Poem)

[Joanna Ballard ~ Louisiana Storyteller]

Surprise, I can't sleep again, more than one young person of late has told me. "I'm lost." Sooooooooo thus this is born ....


Enjoy!?


The Lost One


You catch him
in the
corner of
your eye.


Bald,
pierced,
tattooed.


Apparently
juiced,
high,
or
a nut,
with a
screw
loose.


Someone
else's
problem.


A lost
one.


You don't
dare
care.
He might
be
you.


Your
greatest
fear,


Never mind
he is the
answer to
a mother's
prayer.


The soul
mate
of another
making
two
one.


The
artistic
genius
of the
century.
Such
power
and
truth
in his
work
and
words
the world
has never
known or
heard.


Your
greatest
fear,


You don't
dare
care.
He might
be
you.


A lost
one.


Someone
else's
problem.


You catch him
in the
corner of
your eye.


Pass him by


The lost
one.


By Joanna Ballard
January 29, 2009
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