I feel as if I have been lost in the forest for ages now.
Walking in circles, dancing around the same trees that have been spying on me ever since I arrived.
During the day, it somehow feels colder. Although I see the sun, the shade is too large for me to escape.
The constantly howling of hungry animals wanting me to slow down enough for them to feast....
At night, it's like a fever dream. A boil in my blood that I can't stop from consuming me. Slowly eating away at my mind as I slip into the dreams that only leave me screaming for my life.
I want to get out of here, but I'm stuck.
No matter what road I take,
No matter what height I climb...
It hasn't gotten better.
And sooner or later, I'll be too tired to move.
Too tired to do anything...
Lost in my own mind.
Lost to the world.
I just feel so lost.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
