Lost trail
I've been here before
I walk within your woods
Not knowing where to go
And blind to the aftermath
There's nothing for me here
Yet I wander
And explore
Lost trail
Am I loved or am I not
Love lost to the man
As I sit here and rot
Decaying like a log
Moss overwhelms me
And mushrooms grow
In my shadow
Lost trail
There's a waterfall
And an old house
What once flourished with life
Is broken down
And crumbling
An ancient doll lives within
And she's crying
Lost trail
I'm looking for love
There's a missing map
And a new found friend
No way to get home
No way to get out
I'm nowhere
And I'm now here
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Lost Trail
PoetryA poem about finding new love when wandering aimlessly and hopelessly with a lot of imagery
