The Forest
I travel through the forest,
With fear by my side.
The leaves of the trees keep dancing,
As the wind takes my hair for a ride.
The path is getting narrower,
As my achy legs keep going.
My feet are soaken wet with fear,
As the grass keeps growing.
I begin to run,
For the trepidation is too much to bare.
Puddles splash from side to side,
As the rain drenches within my hair.
The stones that my feet fall upon,
Create holes deep inside my feet.
I do not care at all right now,
For I'm running far from defeat.
I run through the woods,
With fear right beside.
I cannot feel my arms or legs,
As the wind takes my heart for a ride.
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