Stranded in the forest,
Wandering around for food,
Ain't no money,
All I got is hope.
Barked a dog,
Far away from me,
Came running to me,
In search of food.
Together we search,
Day and night,
Without water and food,
We burn in fright.
My throat gets dry,
My skin gets pale,
My eyes start closing,
And I know it's time.
The dog barks,
And the leaves fly,
All I see is black,
Before I die.
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Just a small something that i'd always wanted to try.
Do comment your views on this poem guys! :-)
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Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
