To Be Lost

To Be Lost ballad

Uploaded by Darren Scanlon

To be lost in a world
of crying confusion;
bewilderment, fear
and drug induced delusion.

The world around you
just comes and goes,
drifting through fog
and dense falling snow.

Every beat of your heart
sends a dizzying pulse
of tainted blood,
too strong to repulse.

The ground beneath
your aching feet
starts to tremble and shake,
you’re feeling weak.

You fall but never
hit the giddy ground,
just watch it spinning
round and around.

A whirling leaf,
as the jenny falls
and you cry, in vain,
at the pain in your calls.

With a feather light touch
and a sigh so soft,
you finally reach the floor,
the wild world spins aloft.


To be lost in a world
of crying confusion;
bewilderment, fear
and drug induced delusion.

Written on April 2014.
Revised 17th February 2016.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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Hi darren, just appreciating your beautiful words again, as the line; to be lost in a world of crying confusion has stayed with me.. so thanks for imprinting a part of you into my consciousness.

Aniket Nikhade

The best thing about the poem is that it is short and upto the mark. In fact the length of the poem is it’s strength. I enjoyed reading your poem which is interesting and definitely tells a lot of things.


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