Lost

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    Lost

    I walk
    I walk away from the home that I know
    Away from the souls
    Loves and teachers that taught me how I should live
    I walk alone
    So I can understand where I'm suppose to go
    Who I'm supposed to be
    I walk in the forest
    To find nothing but peace
    Death, quiet, and the words of Emerson in my mind
    Walking through this tree, I see God's beautiful landscapes
    Satan's wicked serpents
    Whitman's refection in the waters
    But no aphrodite
    No past loves
    Just me and nature
    I find nothing here
    I walk a path
    A path that leads me to a dead, dry, surface
    That has no sound to be heard
    No car in view
    No creature in sight
    Not a song to be heard
    Nothing but peace
    I walk in the sands
    Trying to find my word
    There are no words to be found
    I try to find a minute
    But a moment could not be found
    I realize that I've walked away from a world
    That I knew
    And from a world I didn't know
    I'm lost
    Lost from this world
    From my soul
    My mind
    And from my loves
    I continue my path
    Walking to the unknown
    Hearing sounds that make me question this strange place
    Should I turn back?
    Run home?
    Continue to a destination that is unknown?
    I walk
    Deeper and deeper into the emptiness of the desert
    Finding bits and pieces of a new world
    A new mind
    Soul
    And the night
    I found a new world for me
    A world that allows me to start anew
    Make peace with my past
    The desert was faith
    God leading me to a new hope
    A new beginning
    I'm no longer lost

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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