Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
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.
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