wooded

a composite chaos

like the dead tree

in the midst of winter

lost in the forest

in a place once known

 

nostalgic prayers

the cure every night

bring back flashes

of times that once were

 

a stomach empty

and a heart so full

rub salt in the wounds

 

carry me back

to the place that once was

 

I’m lost

Reviews

[Neville]

A little gem.. I hope this now gets the recognition I think it deserves... Neville