I have a story to tell Mercy,
And she listens.
I tell her about life beyond these ugly
Walls
And when I finish,
She smiles.
"I have a story to tell you too."
"What is it?"
"Don't freak out but, I've been bitten."
YOU ARE READING
The Wandering Woods
PoetryHere in the wandering woods, you have no self. It's you and the trees Swaying to a melody playing in the wind. Here in The Wandering Words, you have no hope. It's just you and the UNDEAD Limping along an unknown path - Found in a diary on the...
