I’ve been five months in this forest,
And I know I’m going insane;
The trees so thick, they block the sun,
And defy all torrent rain.
I’ve followed paths to nowhere –
Others blocked by fallen trees,
My face so lanced and raped by thorns
That its tears of blood I bleed.
Sometimes I tried calling out;
But my voice rebounded back;
I’m doomed in this dammed lonely place,
I’ll never find the track.
When my corpse will be discovered,
In some months or coming years?
They will tell you, that they found me –
But that my soul has disappeared.
© Tanmoy
©lostlove00
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