Lost and alone,
I wander free,
No familiar face to see.
The path I knew now twists and turns,
Leaves and branches scrape and burn.
Hope fades as night falls fast,
Fear grips me, at last.
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Compression, A List Of Poems.
Poetrywritten using other people's perspectives. I wanted to be in their shoes. So I'll compress my overflowing feelings and write them letter by letter.
