Winston Edgar Hall

The Forest - Poem by Winston Edgar Hall

A biting desire exists
Amid men to encroach upon
Wooded arenas;
Creeping with care due
To tightly wound tension.

Our Soul!
Coerced into fear
Though prompted by
Quaint apprehension.

Topic(s) of this poem: fear, forest

Form: Stanza

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 12, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, November 13, 2015

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