05-02 - The forest

(Published 06-Nov-2020 10:18:52)

 Freedom, from the dark and wet,

of the underground, regret

i do of wasting time awailing,

while my captor increased her jailing.

I have been told the trees herein

are dang'rous and of fearful kin

I suspect I'll ken the true

from rotted root to bony crew.

As i run, i turn my head to hear

the footsteps running on my rear

and so make haste, away i must:

i will not die on chains of rust.

But freedom is not found for me,

I was quick tripped by darkest tree,

into the ground, a mossy pit,

my entrails food for evergreen kit.