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Untitled Lost
and drifting I
enter a room of haunting whispers
Landing upon sweet grass i see, I
blink but once and gaze in sorrow. A
final attempt to save myself,
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[Another poem written in a
depression. Many parts of the poem come from a speech my literature teacher gave
about the futility of life. Inspired in part by, ‘The Wastelands’ by Elliot,
this poem revolves around the search for beauty and truth, only to find that
nothing but an incomprehensible void exists.]