I feel so LOST.
The DHARMA of my karma is long gone.
I was once a MAN OF FAITH, but now WHISPERS make me doubt the truth
And OTHERS have kidnapped my heart. So now hatred and loneliness are my CONSTANT in life.
Death looming over me with OCEANIC weight like nightmares of faceless MONSTERs whose footsteps EKO after me in endless pursuit but never strike.
When THE ISLAND of my discontent washed up on shore I took a oneway trip THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS. Now left has become right, and right is all wrong. So DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T DO because you don't know JACK!
I've been struggling with a bit of writer's block lately. Mainly because I've been wanting to pen a personal piece. But it's been so long since I've done it I find it hard to get to the center of myself and muddle around long enough to get inspired.
The other day I was surfing the internet in mourning of the end of another season of LOST and having to wait until 2009 for the next season. It was then I stumbled across a wallpaper series called iLOST. Basically silouhettes of various LOST characters done a'la iPod posters.
It got me thinking of how in high school when I first started writing and was able to write brutally honest and emotional pieces. I thought I would write a poem about feeling lost (like I did in High School) with various LOST references thrown in using the LOST Numbers (4 8 15 16 23 42) to count the numbers of words per stanza.
At the last minute I decided to link each LOST word with it's corresponding page on Lostpedia.com.
Hope you like it!