there are trees,
they are all around me.
i run so much,
there is a pain in my chest
and i can't breath.
they are chasing.
their limbs coming at me,
cutting me with every gentle stab.
they sway and dance.
i stumble and tremble at their moves.
i fall,
deeper and deeper,
into their never ending sadness.
YOU ARE READING
poems.
Poetryjust some poems i've written so i don't lose them. most are sad, like me.
