Lost (an acrostic poem)

Looking for something familiar, some landmark to rattle is memory

Order to placate the chaos inside his head

Still, no matter how much he looked, there was nothing

That was worse than any Hollywood boogeyman ever

 

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Found (an acrostic poem)

Floundering in the fog, looking for anything familiar

Overhead the moon peers down, but she can’t see me

Unable to get my bearings I just decide a direction and march

Nearer to a destination, come what may

Determined to discover where I have been hiding

 

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