Religion
I Was Lost
From The Book of the Little Past (1910)
[Oh, the Day that I was Lost, I never shall forget:
I wake up in the night sometimes, and think It's Happening Yet.]
She let me go, a minute.
She said she would take care;
But she let me go, a minute:
And then-- She wasn't there.
Everything grew awful
That was good before.
And the Faces didn't look
Like people any more.
It made you feel like Wrinkles
All over you; and Cold.
It made you feel two hundred
And eighty-nine years old.
It was like being Homesick,
And Hurt; when no one Cares.
It was exactly like a Wreck;
And people smiled like Bears.
I thought that my own Mother
Had just--Forgotten me!
I thought that God had lost me,
Like a Penny in the Sea.
The Noise all seemed to grow and grow
And roar until it drowned me.--
And I could only say,--'I'm Lost.'...
And then, at last,--they Found me,
--They Found me!
Cite this poem
MLA
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “I Was Lost.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/91/.
Chicago
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “I Was Lost.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/91/.
Read this poem with the Codex →