The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

Lost Forest

Lost Forest

White covers the forest ground,

Leave footprints as you walk around.

They tell the story of where you go,

Even though you yourself don’t know.

Ignored problems have grown high,

Their tips nearly touch the sky.

Smaller problems are beginning to sprout,

Because of your hidden doubt.

The frosted leaves,

Are what you once believed.

Birds are flying away,

Because the clouds cover the day.

The cold air hits your face,

Waking you up from your fall from grace.

Eyes travel over trees,

Until they see a doe who does not flee.

She walks over cautious,

While you feel nauseous.

Still she comes ever near,

While in you grows fear.

She stops inches away and begins to wait,

For you to decide your own fate.

Fingers reach fur,

And hope stirs while you touch her.

And while you stroke this deer,

You know hope still lingers here.