Poem 10

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I'm walking in this deep Black Forest.

I don't know why I'm walking through it.

At the end I see a light. A way out.

But every time I get closer, I get farther.

I hear owls hooting, wolfs howling.

I look around all I see are tree's crying.

I've tried getting out of this forest but cannot.

This is my life trying to get out of the darkness.

Authors note

Hi! thanks for reading. I've decided I'm going to do 20 poems. Then I may be starting a book or more poems who knows! Thanks for voting and commenting.

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