Stranded & Lost
The wind rustled the leaves.
I pulled down my sleeves.
I pulled up my hood.
Trembled where I stood.
Which way?
Here should I stay?
Where are the people at?
I have no memory of how I got to where I sat
And before that.
Abandoned at what cost?
I am now lost.
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