
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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Waldeinsamkeit
Today I stood still in a forest
and trailed my gaze up pillars and pillars
of wood.
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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.
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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.
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But that might ruin my clothes,
my shoes, the blank canvas of
my flesh.
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And so again I was faced with
a tragic flaw – the struggle of
being lost in the woods.
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In the end, no matter the urge to run,
I walked,
and put preservation before exploration again.
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