Hood and Trees
I run through the woods
Wearing a simple type of hood
The leaves crunching, the sticks breaking
Everything in the woods is shaking
The trees start escaping
They tear and lash into my skin
The blood oozing from my gut
As it drips to the ground, looking like dust
My vision begins to blue, as I see the end of this world
As I feel faint, I feel the trees dare lay there branches on me
My tears finally coming free
The crack of a twig echoes, The trees run is dismay
My body soft and frail, as the darkness inhales me, being lifted got me scared
When I wake, I see food and art, I've been saved by who dare enter the woods
When I look into the light, I am captivated
The woods are gone, there is fire instead
the woods have burned and become red
I look to the sound of shoes, seeing my saver is all dressed in blue
My bandaged hand is held, and bread is offered
If only I knew, how soon I would suffer
Copyright © Ansel Septhis | Year Posted 2021
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