i wander the
flatland fields
seeking half-cocked
shell shocked
thrill kill
switchblade
cerebral kicks
a wine glass shatter storm
razorwire kiss bliss
finding instead
a molasses morass
staccato stutter
of time tick-clock
talking drone
on and on and on
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shamanic word nomad
Hello🙂, is the poem about war? I know the title says lost but I don’t understand what’s lost.
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More an internal war than an external one, but I suppose you are right. “Lost” refers more to a mental state of indecision than a physical loss.
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