Here’s a poem I wrote about a year ago…
Lost, dark,
Tree’s sentinels,
Light going,
Trapped.
Lost here. The
Owl screeches.
The leaves fall.
Where am i?
A shadow seen,
A person Not?
A shadow seen
A person gone.
The waning sun.
The shafts of light. The shadows lost.
The dark of night.
The clock ticks
The face hides,
But in truth,
Where
Am
I?
