Poem: I cried out

as I walked through the forest

I only heard my footsteps making the way

through overgrown shrubs and weeds

my feet felt light, unburdened by thought

still there was an image of death around the corner

which kept haunting, its' fingers grabbing me by the knees

in the evening light white cotton kept a fragment of its' colour

while only wolves cried whole through the night

from somewhere deep in their wounds

their sadness sings itself a lullaby

we all came here to die alone

I cried out

»It's not the time!«

through deafening silence I heard

- as if to reply –

the Earth breathing high above trees

as if to say I am hers'

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Written as a poetry prompt by Poets United: I cried out. But it's something that has been there in the back of my head for a while now. Still have a paranoia I'm gonna die soon. I'm working on it ;)