(9th Day Series)
I’ve been five months in this forest,
And I know I’m going insane;
The trees so thick, they block the sun,
And refuse all torrent rain;
I’ve followed paths to nowhere –
There were others blocked by trees,
My face so lanced and raped by thorns
That its tears of blood I bleed.
Sometimes I try,calling out your name,
But my voice rebounds right back;
I’m doomed in this dammed lonely place,
I’ll never find that track.
When my corpse will be discovered,
In some months or coming years?
They will tell you, that they searched in vain,
But my soul has disappeared.
© (Löst Viking) (May) 2015) John Anthony Fingleton