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Not a path in sight.

Poetry By: Maximum Red

I wrote this when i was in a dark place at the age thirteen. it seems those years were somehow my darkest writings.

Submitted:May 11, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I stand in the woods
Its dark and the wind is brisk
All I see are trees
How did I get here?
I used to be in a meadow
Full of flowers red and purple
the animals speak of me
they say I don't belong
they snicker
I'm alone in here
I begin to run
Swerving this way and that
Wanting to turn back the hands of time
I miss that meadow
I lose my way
Am I running in circles?
I cant see a way out
I crumble to my knees
I weep
Isolation descends over me
Could this be my fault?
What did I do back there,
in the meadow
How did iIend up here?
I claw at the ground
I cant think
I've forgotten the way back
If I ever knew it in the first place.


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