Dark Poetry: Forgotten Trail

Forgotten Trail Wading through a dark muddy forgotten trail, My tired legs sank low into the wet dirty ground, like quick sand. Somewhere along the way, I had gotten lost… Not remembering how I got here. Just feeling… “lost in the race.” These peaceful outdoor nature surroundings deemed unfamiliar, The journey, seemed to be a

Not Forgotten

In a wondrous moment Of pale moonlight, A’sale , still feeling quite Like a freighted young child, Hid beneath the long wicked branches Of an overgrown  rusty old tree. A’sale was lost in a moment, Left behind, Somewhere in a once forgotten Moment, had lost her mind, No matter how hard she tried, That memory