lost in the woods
I’ve become lost again
like a little lamb
abandoned
in a nursery rhyme
left to fend for himself
far away from grassy fields
and peoples
of various dreams
It’s not the first time
and mostly likely
not the last
but now there’s
a new feeling
from understanding
I’m not learning
from prior mistakes
march two thousand twenty-four
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sad and ominous at the same time.
thank you for stopping by margaret!