Lost Keys

These feelings of doubt whirring in a tangle
Are wearing me through from the inside out.
My mind is in drought, my heart is mangled
And I'm shut in, my future shut out.

I'm lost in a fog with no sense of direction
And I don't know the rules anymore,
I've lost my map, I've lost my protection
And I've lost the key to the door.
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