The abyss of my mind swirls
Into a nonsensical mess
Far from empty but makes little sense
...
L'abîme de mon esprit tourbillonne
Dans un désordre absurde
Loin d'être vide, mais n'a guère de sens
...
I'm Joe Morris. Also called by my alies's Urufu and Wolfie. I stepped into poetry just last year (2013) . My passion for poetry started in English Literature.)
Forested Wasteland
The leaves turn to dust
The sky darkens
All around is nothing
A twig breaks under
The weight of a deer
Startling all around
The foreground blends
In with the background
So its hard to see
I wearily pad north
Until I am blocked
Blocked by a burnt tree
I turn back (I think)
I stumble into a ditch
Save me please