Finding Home

Belabored breaths beat out of my chest,
There is no end to this forest in sight.
Sore soles scuff against the soil,
I fear I cannot take another step.
I wander through the wild wood withal,
My only company the susurrus of leaves above.
And leaves surrounding
The quiet is maddening.

Hours pass
Coherency is just as lost as I
Somehow I still stumble forward. 

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