Lost

The Deer Park by Carl Frederic Aagaard

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I tread with dread to forest glade,

And said with hate of how things are laid.

I told my soul to give up and fold,

For behold, a line I cannot hold.

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I pace with haste to an unknown place,

To which I found an open space.

Upfront was a well and above it a bell,

And I felt the urge to jump to hell.

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But my eye caught something small,

Beneath the sky it tried to stand tall.

A young fawn it was, curious and lost,

Looking at me with an unknown cause.

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It was then I knew that I would find,

A way to change my stubborn mind.

For like the fawn so wild, and free,

Maybe I can be a better me.

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~ESZ, James

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