Beyond trailing triggers
a faint sad sound delivers
bringing my mind back to town
and memory up river.
Satchel and cane,
I am so alone;
yet, I was given a bane
to climb pines attain.
Opposite of the Lord's campaign
the Cold Pine cranes.
I saw the path to town;
Yet, I felt something arcane.
Squeezing my bag's belt,
guided left and right,
I followed the paths I felt
while the sound of distance melts.
The city of trees
greeted me with a breeze.
The solitude flew over me
bringing me to my knees.
I cast a secret promise,
among'st the forest, flawless,
that when I die
my body will become one with the lonely forest.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
Beyond trailing triggers
a faint sad sound delivers
bringing my mind back to town
and memory up river.
Satchel and cane,
I am so alone;
yet, I was given a bane
to climb pines attain.
Opposite of the Lord's campaign
the Cold Pine cranes.
I saw the path to town;
Yet, I felt something arcane.
Squeezing my bag's belt,
guided left and right,
I followed the paths I felt
while the sound of distance melts.
The city of trees
greeted me with a breeze.
The solitude flew over me
bringing me to my knees.
I cast a secret promise,
among'st the forest, flawless,
that when I die
my body will become one with the lonely forest.
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