Whispering Trees, I can hear them.
I am in the woods, it is dark outside.
I am not scared, but still I am not brave
I feel like the forest is alive
Or maybe it is just in my head.
My mind is spinning, I do not know where to go.
My favourite song in my head.
I do not feel alone but my heart is lonely.
I feel like the trees want t tell me something
They are whispering.
They tell me lies, they tell me the truth,
I cannot tell the difference.
Maybe there is no right or wrong.
It might just be this thing where you are lost and do not know
How to deal with it
So I am just standing here.
In the woods.
The trees are whispering.
But they speak a different language.
MAybe, some day, I know what they are saying.
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30 Day Poem challenge
Poetry30 Days 30 Poems, my challenge for the next 30 days.... Will I be able to to it?
