Lost by Tyler Ortega In the desert of his heart, he loses his way: terrible heat, unrelenting sun. No, he is not lost, he is lost at heart, lost his way, ready to be not found. terrible heat, unrelenting sun. He thinks: But should I be searched for? Sought after? Am I ready to be pursued? Terrible heat. Unrelenting sun. Lost at last. Copyright 2009. All rights reserved. Want to comment on this poem? Click Here to go the Literary Review Discussion Forum Want to contact the author? Click Here