Poetry 1.0 (Completed)

Alone

I'm crawling on the forest ground.

I can't see anything,

for it's late at night,

and I am alone.

It's cold and wet,

the wind has a bite to it.

The rain is pouring down on my face,

and you can no longer see my salty tears.

I hear the ravens flying above my head,

I can hear the crunch of branches beneath my hands and knees.

I'm crawling forward,

trying to get out of this place.

The air has a funny smell,

almost nauseating.

It reeks of copper and salt,

blood.

As I try to run away,

vines tangle my feet,

making it impossible to go any further.

I'm stuck here.

Without you I'm stuck here,

I can't move forward.

Without you my soul is gone,

and there's no reason to move on.