Lost

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    Lost

    I am lost and I will stay
    No reason to go I have no place to be
    No one to see
    No one to see me

    Reaching out pulls life back for a fleeting instant
    The cruelty of life rips it from you
    This time dropping you even further into the depths
    The depths of pain the depths of despair

    God I know you hear my cries
    My pain you see, my struggle you encourage
    My body is tired my Spirit weak
    Twirling in circles to no complete


    Complete
    A day, an hour, a minute, or even a second
    Those are too much to ask for at this time
    Control each nano second would be a start
    But I am weak I am tired
    Why can’t I give up?

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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