Forgotten Sorrows Poem by Ilme SonCries

Through the woods of sorrows I’ve been travelling
The woods where the leaves have fallen
Cold water, dirty branches and moss is my ground
The railroads will keep me warm
The bread will keep my stomach from aching
Blisters and bruises is my heart full of
Sometimes I wish I was the deer during hunting season

All death and all dirt that is growing us around
That’s why I’m so sad sitting in my pin chair
All alone on the hill by the edge of the woods
Looking over where I’ve travelled and what I’ve gained
Nothing less than sore limbs and a broken heart
Which is pretty weird that I will soon forget?
When I reach my bed and all the love I kept