Take me to the forest...
where I can walk barefoot on the moss carpeted grounds
A white dainty silk dress dragging behind me
I won't wither away I promise
My mind is awake and my heart is not heavy
That part of me that is always missing will be found
I want to belong somewhere and have a place to call home
The trees listen and talk to each other
One day they're going to whisper "Time to welcome a lost child home".
I will welcome the cold chill that enters my heart.
If I ever wither away in the forest... I hope I'll end up being part of the dark rich earth that I call home again.
Even then I won't consider myself lost, but found.
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Dark Aftermath
PoetryGraveyard for dark thoughts "Dark thoughts and careless whispers became the shadow of the person I once was". . . . . . I am entering a new chapter of my life and I am grateful for seeing more light than darkness now. Here's a collection of poems...
