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Corpse of the Forest
Climbing to the everlasting white peaks
This mountain that I could not overcome,
I sensed a new found wonder
Stirring inside every vein and every drop
Of my blood that touches the ground I climb
A new seedling fastens through the miracle of life.
A jungle I created as their roots trailed my
Weak and fragile knees struggled to flee,
The canopy covers and destroyed my sun
Allowing bobcats with sharp teeth to catch my tongue
As my last cry for help escaped with no sound
I was torn apart...
To this day I remain silent and still
Waiting for my perfect moment to kill,
These enemies of which I’ve created surrounds me
Leeching off me as I bleed
Until one day I am no more
Than a soundless motionless empty corpse…
