In a Deep Forest

I think there’s still a part of me left behind.
Left in that Deep Forest.
It's there,
Hidden there,
Among the roots of trees.

Could I still find it if I went back?
Could I still find it if it were small?

I stand here in a Concrete Forest.
Among the metal trees.
And gasoline scented breeze.

Among too many people, I stand there voiceless.

Should I leave everything behind, or search for everything I've lost...

...For eternity...

Reviews

[Everson Taveras]

By far your best piece of writing, in my opinion. Keep it up

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ah damn that's a tough! yet a lovely poem to along side it!