Ships lost at sea are the luckiest of it all;
They know not pain or suffering,
Just the great expanse of unknowing.
Wisdom beyond our comprehension,
We sit and wonder:
The worlds they've seen,
The knowledge they've accumulated,
The survival tactics of veterans.
If only we know what they know;
We'd be better off.
Instead,
Those that are lost in the vague wilderness,
Unsure and expeditionary,
Grow and grow and grow and grow and grow,
Their minds beyond the capacities of ours combined.
They hoard it all from us all,
Keeping the loot to themselves.
"We are lost without you,"
We cry.
"Pick yourself up and get lost out here with us,"
They sternly reply.
We are lost.
We are lost.
We are lost.
Help.
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The Paredes Anthology
PoetryA collection of my personal literary works, this anthology will work as a basis for my creative writing endeavors. Please, for those who view the pieces within this anthology, please leave reviews for new content and improvements. Thank you for yo...
