The knot wood trees strangle the forest Asfixiating the amber sun's rays Unable to penetrate The black cacophony of the arbor ceiling The trees languish in the pandemonium of bewilderment As an owl swings from crippled branch to branch The sharp twisted fingers prick tender flesh Look around you Spinning in an unending circle of sufocation The gigantic black trees surround Shouting upward and mingling, killing the sky Unable to move, akwardly squating, twisting To fit the brash wood Bring your knees to your chest and curl your arms around them The only way you'll fit Lost, alone in the twisted wilderness Pain and Anguish Your only companions
Reason for writing:
This poem is about the blackness of the world in which we
all must anguish in at one time or another. It shows the
imprisonment we many times feel, revealing fetalism as the
only way to fit in.
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