Forest
Save yourself instead of standing
along the river’s edge,
smelling rotten berries - crimson red.
Hold a thought within those weakened lungs;
nature’s air is too strong to bear your feeble
weight and all that stands beside.
Beside your mitten covered hands
that freeze- they shiver in the moon’s light;
so strong, so translucent, so ennobled
By the giant canopy of blackness above.
The light, it shines revealing shock and despair
that sits on your sunken shoulder like a crime.
Caught red-handed; don’t look so blue.
The night will hide that shameful look
that illuminates your frost-bitten face.
No longer a crook of the evening’s glare,
stand up, stand up;
delight in all those fervent treasures
that catch one’s eye in earth’s own heaven.
Puncture the ground as you lie back down
where you belong, on the ground.
Don’t come back to the forest’s lair;
it’s too dark for your lightened heart to bear.
The sunlight calls your name for days
so stay away, stay away.
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