Forest Fears
I keep hugging this tree
as the world spins by;
when will someone find me?
is this where I’ll die?
As the world spins by,
I hold every breath—scared—
trapped in my mind’s eye
where too long I’ve been snared.
When will someone find me—
take my hand and lead,
for I’m too lost to see
past the fears I breed.
Is this where I’ll die—
caught in the spiderweb,
unable to fly—
my mind lost to its ebb?
An Aside: this piece stems from a pom seed written back in June. It was shortly after this pom seed that I managed to find my way back here to ...don't open...don't throw away.... I went into hiding for awhile (a year if I wish to be more accurate) unable to handle the socio-neti-phobia. While the focus of the poem and pom seed are different, there is an obvious link between the two.
A Form Aside: the above is a quadrilew. It's an interesting form relying on both syllable count, rhyming, and repeating lines.
This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.
