Lost And Found

Talk has always been cheap
Until twisted to fully blind us
So trust may be our final act
Be wary

I’m going to keep lighting fires
Until someone finally finds us
Hope it could be very soon now
It’s scary

I’m going to keep shaking cages
Until the bars finally unbind us
The only worry is what will be left
To bury

Stoic Poetry 


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