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the poem found itself lost within the bowels of another poem
and there it was
stuck
not knowing which way to turn
how to get back out

it remembered what its parents had told it
where to go
certain businesses you shouldn’t get involved in

it cried hot tears of frustration
burning out into the darkness all around

the poem had lost much more
than its feeble sense of direction
it had missed the chance to make the change


and now
lost as it is
there seems to be no way
no possibility of rescue
there is a time when even the closest kin
must abandon all hope