The Lost Us
by Chad Patrick Osorio
You were just a voice
a leftover fig from the
garden of Dream
I was dying to try.
A child of the
shadows,
living in the dark beneath
the spotlight
afraid to be revealed
yet you are strongest
against the light
and so you have no choice
but to thrive
hiding behind a thousand
watchful eyes.
We are kindred souls
playing the same game.
We ventured hand-in-hand
in the forest of the night
armed with hope and questioning
minds
but we lost ourselves
looking for answers,
finding more questions instead.
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