Okay this one was for school for topic 'Leaving the door open' so it's pretty bad.
I woke in a silver forest.
I remember everything-the fire, the death.
But where was the rest?
I could tell from the coal,
there was blaze.
But there was cold.
The leaves were frozen.
The earth was hard.
The forest was not woken.
I couldn't feel the hope.
I couldn't breathe the air.
And my throat was sore.
I moved in the direction of breeze.
There was it,
something I could feel.
The breeze was light.
The moon was there.
The day was done.
In the night I wondered,
will I find the way home?
Will I find the borders?
I thought about my friends.
Are they alive?
Are they safe?
I wondered if I should end it there.
But if they're alive? I shall find them!
Thought I can be anywhere in sphere.
My legs hurt. My eyes sting.
I found a branch,
and used it like a sting.
The blood was making noise like hiss.
Maybe they would see me,
and help me find the peace.
