Deep within the forest black,
silence stifles like an empty tomb
where breath ner' gasped
nor whispered it's sweet invite.
Ageless sentinels stand forlorn
as beneath where life decays
and death betrays,
light is but a harlot
whose kiss gives little but a stifled
arouse.
Still, deep within the forest black
shadows feared and thoughts entombed
one flower one life
fights
to live

© Lance W Toohey Poetry