The Fall
Rushing through the forest,
Scratching vines tearing at our all overs,
Tangled up in glorious torment, together
Tiny clearing for a spell,
It's all very well, but what about
The journey back? Suddenly lost and
Fearful, you stumble ahead whilst
I am caught breathless in the brambles,
You trip, foot catches hold of
A stray bramble branch, but
Instead of stepping carefully out,
You kick desperately, I feel a tug,
Twisting, trying to shake it free,
I scream, your panic piercing me,
Frantically you thrash about, the
Sharpest part tightens round my heart
Too deep, no tears, last shaking
Jolts as you break free, and run as
Fast as I am bound, dismantled forest strewn around,
Thorns snap off, embedded in my all,
As lone and foolishly I fall.
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