What went wrong?
It's been so long
Standing in fog
Up my body, tiny shocks
Trying to flee
It's surreal
So dark
I'm the Hunter's mark
Been followed since flowers started growing;
now it's only snowing
Feeling small amongst the trees: a hoard
Keys afloat
Everything I see is black
Conscious lacks
Breathing without a halt
Hands and lungs so cold
Cracks and howls;
Smells, so foul
The end is near
Flooded with fear
Breast tightens
No path enlightened
Trapped
No time, no strength to adapt
A damsel in distress
Nothing less
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♤Poems♡
PoetryA few poems that I wrote, whilst feeling bored, sad, happy, angry, etc.
