Running through the forest
Silence all around
Stop. Wait.
Do you hear that sound?
A gasp, a whisper
A crunch, a snap
Take off in a sprint
There is no turning back
Running through the forest
Slip and hit the ground
Red rivers carry you away
Distraught and hell-bound
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365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
