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Lost

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By rabidcaribou   |   Watch
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Published: July 7, 2007
My map is torn
And my compass broken,
The glass in fragments
At my feet.

The blank pages of
The calendar upon the wall
Are quickly turning
Of their own accord.

I sleep through the day,
Tossing and turning,
Though my eyes
Are wide open.

The alarm clock
Keeps ringing as
The hands keep spinning
Though they are frozen.

The seasons change
As the leaves fall
And the flowers bloom
All in the same moment.

I’ve lost the keys to
The padlock hanging on
The hasp of the door that stands
In front of and behind me.
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© 2007 - 2019 rabidcaribou
Introduction to Creative Writing Assignment. The focus was on using imagery to define emotions. This one is about how lost I felt in my own life at the time. I was getting a degree I didn't want at a school I didn't like, I was lonely, and I was falling behind in everything I loved.
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this is beautiful! just enough emotions to hang on to! :kitty:
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