I’m lost don’t come find me

I don’t know where I am

but I’m free

howling getting louder

tears falling like a rain shower

laughter coming like a pompous king is fed

ringing sounding through my head

my future is not clear

shear darkness closing in

if I scream for help

it’ll be a sin

I’m lost come find me

I lost all my freedom

by Layla A.Grade 5
Pawcatuck Middle SchoolPawcatuck, Connecticut USA
Layla loves writing poems and drawing.

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