Treasure Island

Jessica Stubbs

(12/11/95)

A Lonely End


Wandering aimlessly through the forest
It's a dark night
Hardly a thing is in sight
As if in a shroud
The moon is covered by clouds
You walk
Not caring where you end up
So far still alive
But quickly
You are running out of time
Your not at all fine
Your breaths are labored
It is the left foot that you favor
All bloody and broken
Somebody made it that way
A little token
To remember where you came
And where you will go
But you don't know
Where you'll end up
You don't have the best luck
It's easy to know tonight you may die
All alone
No one by your side
Just the trees
You are beginning to feel extremely weak
Stumbling and crawling
You've taken a good mauling
And you can't get up without falling
You think to yourself
This is it
And your more alone than you've ever felt
This is how it ends

Submitted: Tuesday, May 01, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, May 01, 2012
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