I walk along a lonely path <br />In the old groaning forest <br />The rain giving it a bath <br />As the wind whistles a chorus <br /> <br />I’m free <br />In the dark <br />Between the trees <br />Listening to the lark <br /> <br />I think about my life <br />The way it’s been hell <br />With nothing but strife <br />At the sound of a bell <br /> <br />I could never find the time <br />To get away from that place <br />To listen to the dropp of a dime <br />In my own little space <br /> <br />I listen to the trees <br />As they sing <br />I fell free <br />In the tree bows swing <br /> <br />The leaves fall <br />All around me <br />The leaves fall <br />Where everyone can see <br /> <br />This forest is my mind <br />Branches Twisting tangling <br />You’re bound to find <br />Dangling <br /> <br />This is my prison cell <br />In time <br />Where there is no bell <br />Only the dropping dime <br /> <br />It’s lonely <br />Walking through the forest <br />If only <br />There was someone to sing the winds chorus <br /> <br />I walk a broken path <br />In a broken mind <br />That hath <br />I find <br /> <br />Been fading <br />In the dark <br />The forest fading <br />With the chorus and the lark <br /> <br /> <br />Say goodbye to sanity <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />finished<br /><br />blood red angel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forests/
