I just found a notebook from a couple of years ago with some poetry I'd written.
It was mostly based on situations fictional characters had been placed in, but I thought some of it was okay so I decided to share!
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The worst thing is not
Knowing where I am.
I'm cut adrift and alone
And I'm afraid. I don't
know who or what I am,
Where or why or how
It's silent, Like I expected
a hive of activity. I'm alone
in the crowd. I'm clinging
to memories That I don't
fully understand. Maybe I've
fallen
From where or what, I don't
know.
I'm looking at it all
Through a spyglass.
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