ivy

clings

how have I been gone for so long?

the earth seems to call my name, dragging me into the moss

across the path of no return, what could possibly go wrong?

the world around me sees souls as something to carve into, emboss

how could nature be much worse?

my tracks leave prints on the soil, the soil doesn't imprint on me

ivy bristles and brews, mother nature's tune, a step on the course

snagged around my wrists and neck before I can react, break free

how. .

everything fades out into what I didn't know it could be

somehow

I don't regret the fee

Author's Note

Pardon the nonsense, thank you.