Not all wanderers are lost.
But a significant percentage end up at the end of a rope.
I once walked into a forest
I got lost along the way
The sun went down behind the trees
So all I could do was stay
I went the wrong direction
Got deep into the land
Light was getting scarce now
as my head was in the sand
I was deep in the forest
With no glimpse of hope
the trees were surrounding
i was at the end of the rope
Then the sun emerges
and my eyes felt like they're rusting
although I'm still partially blind
they're gradually adjusting
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Dum Spiro Spero
PoetryA combination of 26 symbols on the many shades of my descent into madness. (the later ones are the most recent, the ones at the start are from when I was about 15 or so. I was relatively poor at writing poetry back then; 'backwards questions' was my...
