by K.C. Jean Kellam

Created on: April 23, 2008

A midnight mist does rise
Against the starry skies
But all is unseen
Under jungle canopy
And silent are my cries

Another night does fall
And gives life to things that crawl
Beneath my feet
And then retreat
Nothing I can do at all

A maze gets rearranged
Everything seems changed
I could run and run
But until there's sun
I need to be restrained

A forest in disguise
A million places to hide
If I were small
Or ten feet tall
But nothing in my size

The feeling of being chased
Leaves a bitter
A jungle that has no sympathy
For those without eympathy
Until dawn's saving grace

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