Lost

LOST

Loose, flailing.

The breadcrumbs snatched away,

So I fumble blindly in the darkness.

I see hands, many hands,

But none reach out to help.

Instead they dig,

Churning up mud, searching for treasures

As I drift past.

All of us are alone,

But only one of us is truly lost.

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