The Imprisoned Forest
September 3, 2010
Scratches of my pen
Like prison bars
Hold something down.
Or maybe nothing exists
Beyond what is left.:
A fear grows in me,
As I watch the last line droop
And wither, before the new one begins.
Sometimes I feel like the forest
Forsaken by its animals –
A premonition,
That brings the chainsaws.
~Aniket Alam~
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Published by Danse Macabre in their September 2010 editon: La Cour des Miracle
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