Lost

Hi! Eucalyptusjoos here. I haven't reviewed any of you works before, and I really liked this poem, so I will start here.

"And I do not know how to find the way." This is ironically a feeling that can be reflected in the hearts of both the youngest of children and the oldest of seniors. As a child, losing your way is common, due to the ignorance of youth. In your old age, losing your way only happens when your senses betray you and what once was familiar has changed too glaringly to ever be reconciled with your memories.

The new cars and young generation become too loud for you old ears. Your ears strain to pick up on soft voices that would reverberate through you in your youth.
The softest of beds cannot provide comfort to these aching bones.

"Where is it, beautiful world, your splendor?" Colors have dulled, lost their shine and spark. Beautiful things are no more pure, just a passing fad that has no innate meaning.

"It consumes me to no longer recognize
Those whom I once loved so deeply."
Faces blur and voices no longer stir your feelings.

"Cruel woman! Divine Time!
Judge me, test me, but
Do not take from my lips
The chalice of Youth."
This is my favourite stanza. Very poetically put.

We are often consumed by vanity, too engrossed in outer beauty and forget to cherish what truly matters. Time humbles the prideful, those who are callous and don't understand that mortal bodies cannot be treated as impervious to time.

"Deep furrows mark me, melting,
Destroying my features."

I like the imagery you've used here.

"Forgive me, slow yourself!
I have served you so faithfully—
Why do you betray me with joy?"
When you feel threatened by untameable forces, only then do you lose your recalcitrance and accept your failings. But alas, you cannot gain back some of the things you lose.

"If you do not stop, it will not be long
Before I become dust, earth, wind, emptiness."
The narrator evidently has not realized the true nature of life. he is scared of aging, of stepping closer to death.

"I lost myself—who will find me?
If I no longer recognize myself, how can I say who I am?"

Life is not just the time for which our hearts beat but the time till we stay in others hearts. One can pass away but may still be remembered and loved for a long time after it.
Your identity is not in your mortal body but in your soul. Your body can be eroded away but the impression you make on those among you can carry on for a long, long time.


All in all, I loved this poem a lot. I just wished I could've understood it in the original language because a lot of meanings and even the essence can be lost in translation. But you've done a wonderful Job!

Didn't live enough in good moments, bliss short-lived, chaos surrounding, pain hounding, experience withered away with time, distraction by the need of affirmative action. Distraction from joy , from self, from love , to self love. Missing but not missed, missed yet still Missing. Gluttony sinking one out of reason, feeling like you're in a prison of reeling time. Time reeling age nearing the end . Lost? Lost maybe because I never knew what was or who was me. Myself contemplated on the complicated. Who is this self created to be hated just from, for growing. Not knowing old can be a euphemism for stories of gold that could be told but blinded we may fold in the cold scold of smoothness being turned by time to rinkles. Who you are now may be straying from who we once were. The Mirror Image Of Youth Soothing the heart into confidence over the idea of beauty, that if shall we forever dwell on that image. Its shall be a scrimmage between time of age and actuality of growth. What does it mean to be old if not grown but if you're scared of age the self remains unknown in need to be stuck in a curtain time that we may forget that it shall eventually fade into time of memory. Then the scrimmage between time of age and actuality of growth. Youthfulness is only precious if its experienced right and joyously but if those experiences were short lived you'd try to piece yourself together in the madness that is . Seeing the you, you have, is the you of your beauty and in it confidence the identity of social acceptance. That when it gets lost. You Lose Yourself. I say You Can Be More Than Your Looks Of Acceptance Of Self, For Society, But A Personility That Can Exibit A Persona Of Beauty With Lessons, That Can Be Stamped Forever In Time And Undefeated By Age. Kindness To self first than the world , acceptance of life's creation. And Optimistic outlook that things shall happen as they shall for the better
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