May 5, 2008
By Ruben Santiago, Fredericksburg, VA

I look around to see,
Nothing but a vast wasteland,
I can't remember how
I got to the state I'm in.

I'm scared, lost in a dark room
No windows, no glass, nothing
To grab hold of
But there's a light...

A light so far it is unreachable
But still I struggle,
Struggle to release my soul
from this never ending feeling.

Until the day comes,
I fight to understand
This overwhelming feeling,
Of being LOST!

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