I've begun my inquest
For a cretin's paradise
Embedded within my psyche
To obtain as the divine intended.
Yet I haven't had
An iota of mozzle
In discovering it's whereabouts
Though I've rummaged
Among the near and far populous.
YOU ARE READING
LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
