Lost and Found.
I m going down fast.
In shadows of cast.
A head full of doubt.
Is churning about.
The answers are tart.
Right from the start.
Poetry was my key.
Got the better of me.
I found a self inside.
Hide him I tried.
Truths are reveling.
He is still healing.
I have much to do.
Before I find you.
Jim Raab
http://jimraab.blogspot.com
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