No Direction Poem by Christopher Bradford
No Direction
</>Alone, but crowded. Shallow and detaianed.
Withdrawn, withheld. Possibly insane.
From an alternate dimension but inhabiting this plane.
Pulled from a see of infinate comfort, to a desolate land of acidic rain.
How long will it last?
No hope for the future, no help from the past.
This place is not my home, lost, misguided, my path is unknown.
Nowhere to look for direction, so i disembark alone.
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