The Weeping Woods

Nature's Freedom

"Sit down," the bird seems to say, "Sit down."

It's singing a song that seems to draw you in.

With the wind.

Coming to sit.

Inviting you in.

You hold on in despair with not much you can spare.

You scream as you're leaving that you are not breathing.

You've forgotten your breath it seems to fly out of your chest.

Then finally you're gone from this wretched place called home.

You don't have to do this no more.

You're finally on your own, don't understand why you've done this so long.

And now the leaves shake with the wind.

The pain's come to an end.

The flowers bloom again.

An with time your scars will heal and you'll find a friend.

A/N: This is another one I found looking through some old notebooks. I don't remember this one either and it was from before I was even really making poems so I have no clue what's going on with that.