you're caged in the woods
the key buried within your soul
you shiver at night
at the omnious sounds
of distorted voices
their glowing eyes
makes you hide in the corner
and cover your mouth
so you wouldn't scream
only the whispers of the trees
wisp you to slumber
dont you know?
you need to reach
into your soul
for the key
to be free again
YOU ARE READING
Inked Coast
Poetrya series of stanzas embodying the simplicity of nature. [cover design by imploding-hearts]
