I am lost in the wilderness
Shouting for help without success
I trod along with my head bowed
From much uncertainty, I’m cowed.
Day in, day out, it’s all the same
I look around, no one came
Will all my days remain like this?
Will someone out there help me please?
Beautiful Mae. But I don’t know how to respond. It it a verse, a poem or a cry for help, or all three. Sometimes the beauty of what we write mask the message.💐❤️
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As usual, you see between the lines, Mr. Mel. I wish more people are quite as discerning as you.
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