I found a spot
Just right for where I am
It lives in a forest near home
It knows what I can
Do I stay here forever?
That's a question for the trees
Whether they hate or love
Or want to see me
Fall leaves land on my hair
Little mosquitos try to bite my face
My broken gold locks
Stick in a sweaty embrace
I've never had to run this fast!
Its like some monster is chasing me
Through the pines
Reaching out at me the leaves
Us, alone in the wood.
Mother and I
She loves me like no other
My blood does none but lie
Down in the litter
I rummage through rot
A few spiders climb out
To home I will not
A good place this is.
Quite the nice spot!
A buck jumps on by
I wish I were him a lot
Of hardship is my feet
They feel prickly things
Bugs eating at me
But still the wood sings
Death and life around me
A dying bush crumbling down
The circle of life
Goes all the way around.
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Lost Found Place
PoesíaA poem a wrote a few years ago. Not amazingly written but I like it nonetheless. Slowly added are spontaneous poems that pull my hair on occasion.
