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LOST MAN

by Paul Sexton

I am the lost man,
lost to love
lost to desire
lost to churning rage
and spinning thoughts
that never stop.

Without a cause,
or a love,
or a foe,
my identity slips away
and passions fade.

However, the lost man
has always
emerged,

with a new façade,
prepared to fight
the good fight
in the name of...
in the name of...
in the name
of nothing.


© 1997 by Paul E. Sexton III

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