Author: Eleantris PM
The feeling of being lost alone in the woods.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 159 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 4 - Published: 01-07-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3090076
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Today I stood still in a forest
and trailed my gaze up pillars and pillars
Leafless branches, skinless and bony
scratched the sky,
and the ground was sodden beneath my feet.
The whispers of the wind
and the squelch of mud
played a soundtrack in my head
as I walked a path I have never roamed.
And I flipped a penny at each turning
to determine which way I should go.
I longed to stray from the path, those
downtrodden pine needles,
and delve into the unknown around me.
I yearned to beat through bushes,
cut my hands on brambles and
stumble over tree trunks and roots.
But that might ruin my clothes,
my shoes, the blank canvas of
And so again I was faced with
a tragic flaw – the struggle of
being lost in the woods.
In the end, no matter the urge to run,
and put preservation before exploration again.