Lost

Lost are the thoughts and words

As if scared to be chopped by swords

Broken are the life's cords

As if chopped off by the swords

Ink has dried with the heat

such that

I had to use my blood

To give shape to words

So scared is life today

as if 

There is no hope left

For 

Happiness has been lost to theft

Such is the state of mind

It seems to have lost of kind

Such is the state of heart

that

It has lost that love cart