I shiver from the cold that nips at my skin
It awoke me from my crouched, huddled state
I stand up on wobbly legs and begin to run again
It's like an endless loop decided by fate
The ice in the air pricks at my lungs
The standing giants towered over
No light escaped past their walls of leaves
That fluttered down and casted a dark cover
I look ahead, hoping for an end
With burning legs and lungs I power through
Until I'm betrayed by my own body
Crashing against the forest floor, adding a new tattoo
My arms wrap around my legs pitifully
In a crouched, huddled state
Fear and doubt welcome me
It's like an endless loop decided by fate
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
