Forest amongst the Trees
A poem about purpose
Another restless night,
Another long morning,
Whenever I get lost in my own thoughts,
Drifting around like tumbleweeds in the vastness of my mind,
No matter how much of a façade it might seem,
The forest amongst the trees still stands,
I could lay staring at the stars for hours feeling sorry for myself,
But then there’s you.
You bring a light with you that shines through the trees,
Past the weeds,
Trying your best to guide what’s left of my mind,
Ultimately, you always succeed and pull me in.
I’ve never met you,
But I know you’re there,
Waiting until the day you get to meet me in the big forest of trees.
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Rambler's Society
Hello everyone! I write fictional surreal stories and poems. I love writing and I hope that you enjoy reading what I've to offer. I have plenty more written down on my website so I'd love it if you'd go check it out!
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Comments (1)
Lovely poem. Purpose can indeed be as guiding and all-encompassing as the sun.