I LOOKED FOR MYSELF

a war cry rang in the wee hours of night a body has been lost, vanished men of all types and kinds took arms ready for the search, he must be found some with sleep still seeping from eyes some half naked from hurry and haste some even with mismatched shoes answered the call of rescue I rise begrudgingly from mine pallet manage to get hold of my spear with a yawn, I amble into the darkness "who is it that is lost?" they ask mumbles of agreement ensue, a picture of the lost person circulates murmurs of recognition are heard the picture gets to me, I hesitate I'm lost! I answered the call to find myself all along I knew not I was lost I've been lost all along yet I never realised, interesting