The Forest
It's dark and cold
Its night time
The sound of the wind whistling frightens me
Stepping over branches carefully
Unsure of my location or direction
Lost in frustration
It gets me no where but I don't care
The night grows colder and longer
I have no strength but I need to be stronger
Suddenly the leaves are surrounding me
I pick up my feet rapidly
I begin to run
Something I used to do for fun
But there's no sun
It's night
Something's not right
I have no sight
From darkness to leaves to rainfall
I'm lost and confused in it all
Still trying to find a way out
I began to shout
I had doubt that it would help
But Oh Well,
I needed to yell at someone even if it was myself
I needed help
I tried it alone
It got me nowhere but in there
Lost in frustration
And in a place of no direction
The trees began to guide me
Branches walked beside me
The wind spoke to me lightly
Bushes provided rest for my hands
We all worked together like a true romance
I felt a shift in the air
I wasn't lost or frustrated anymore
I started to care and it was then I saw my way out from the place I entered
It was centered in the middle of the earth
The place that gave birth to us and gives us life and I found it in the middle of the night
That's right
Its not meant to be a fright but more so a sight
A beauty
The forest
About this poem
I wrote this poem February 1st of last year. It came to me at about 3am and I was just up and couldn't sleep. At the time, my mind was racing with a lot of thoughts of so many different things and to suppress it all I began to write.
Written on February 01, 2021
Submitted by mitchellmichelle63 on August 08, 2022
Modified on April 27, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,339 |
Words | 305 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 43 |
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