Lost - Poem by Estrella Brummels
It's so dark,
I sit down,
Hoping to be found.
But I never have such good luck.
I hear strange sounds.
They're coming from the trees...
The sounds are weird...
I see things I'm not supposed to see,
I see things no one else can.
They're always watching me,
Waiting for the next mistake.
That's not gonna happen!
I stand up and walk forward,
Head held high,
Me standing tall,
Till I come across another wall,
That I have to climb over...
I will never be lost again!
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