Lost In The Woods Poem by William Levy

Lost In The Woods



The outside
can be many things

dangerous,
wonderful,
cold,
sticky,
warm,
painful,
comforting,
soothing,
weird,
and even perfect (for that split second of gazing upon a wondrous
phenomenon)

But it is mainly real

So I will take my smoke in the woods
look at the sky
and wish to die

rather there
than anywhere else

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success