Out Of The Woods Poem by Keith Dovoric

When your roots are uprooted
And your rose is dethorned
And your seed is aborted
Before it's been born

Don't is just kill you
For a while it was good
When you thought that just maybe
You were out
You were out
You were out of the woods

The saplings in darkness
Wave on morning's thrushes
They know their sap sickens
When eternity hushes

Don't it just kill you

I thought for one moment
The system was calm
No nomenclature
Could make up for the bomb

But sometime past midnight
The sky opened up
The angels lay dripping
Their perfect eyes shut

Don't is just kill you
For a while it was good
When you thought that just maybe
You were out
You were out
You were out of the woods