Weeping To Wake Anew

I travel the woods alone,

succumbed reverberation

consumes my very being

as I see my imagination.

One with the stillness I

move my feet ever along

the brambles beneath me

before long I am long gone.

Consumed by shadow in

the depths of darkness I

look at what lay before me

and question truth as a lie.

Why has my God set cold

wind in the air that bites

at my skin I am just a sin

ever weeping within night.

So I take my trip as I lay

in my bed I cover my head.

Lord my gate is in ivy that

will multiply by despair fed.

The depths of life’s forest

are ever as cold as ever seen.

I dream for my night’s escape

then morning truth it brings.

Were I a master to navigate

nature and draw its majesty

I would learn to master life

and survive in awful tragedy.

Yet where I go is never sane,

in the recesses of my mind,

for the door that offers peace

is in the ivy growing in time.

I’ll chop it from hanging limbs

that have hanging briars barbs.

I’ll shed a tear before slumber

for tomorrow calls me to arms.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. aflawedpearl says:

    Wonderful, Jared

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Ma’am 😊

      Liked by 1 person

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