The Forest

I want to write poetry

But I only write monologues

I want to have everything

But you see there's this eerie fog

It drapes over my eyes and through my lungs

As I exhale I can see it hung.

I can't tell what it is

And it scares me to death

I turn to a sprint

Taking deep breaths

I end up stumbling and up above

I can see another one seemingly hung

A corpse in the forest, as lifeless as me

A corpse in the forest, can it really be?

As I step forward the fog clears

And my mind is free of its fears

The corpse was just the trunk of a tree

And now I can finally rest easy.