Alone

January 9, 2011
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In the woods
owls howl, wolves cry, birds screech
and whistles wrap around me
in the darkness.
Clenched in a ball
underneath a tree, I lie in terror.
What do they want? I dont know. why am I in the woods?
A dream... someone plays a song on a flute,
and it feels soft
like rain falling down on my face.
Full of emotion.
People dance in happiness
around the fire
with tears streaming down their faces.
Lonely.
Lost.
Unconscious





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