Poetry

Echo In The Woods

HEYY! Can you hear me? Is anyone there?
Everyday feels like an endless nightmare

Shadows cast around and leaves fall down
The breeze whirling them all around

Tall oak trees are scattered about
Resembling people all throughout

What’s the difference between the woods and the city?
Here in solitude, there are no eyes with pity

I shout and shout until my lungs strain for air
Hoping, wishing I might be heard somewhere

People ignore my desperate pleas
At least here in the woods, the echoes shout back at me

By: A.Stuebbe




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