The Forrest

vast forrests of dark,

reigning the helpless miles in which a poor

old man crys while he roams.

The forrest of a mother, natures creation,

yet grasping fr her lost child who falls to

the insolent cold.

The forrest of an entrapped soldier,

writing to the fog above preaching hells

antonym in hope that his only friend, the

wind, might see his letter home.

Forrests of a foolish teen who was tricked

by that shiny mirror platter.

The forrest of a boy who's only wish is to

know he loves god, my dream.