Tristan Robert Lange

The Forest

Deep runs the forest,

So deep that I find

Myself lost among the trees.

I want to climb them, dig?

I want to climb

Way up high in the trees

Of life and hide from

The encroaching world.

Bring me to the top

And let me sway in

The incessant wind;

I stand motionless.

The trees far above

Beckon me to climb

Out of the darkened forest.

But I cannot...I cannot;

                 My

                fear

                   is

               what

              keeps

                 me

               here.