lost
like so many
great figures
that have
waded through
the storms
far before
my time
yet
i see no
likeness
between me
and those
that have also
wandered
my storms await
yet i find
no will
no light
to follow
to fight
to make
stories of
my own
i have no
direction
no idea
no plan
i cry
at the thought
of being naked
and alone
exposed
to a world
that is so
unforgiving
full
of judgemental
watchful eyes
never resting
always looking
analysing every
move
but my dear
i am
simply so
lost
i do not
even remember
what lost is
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