Jungle fears

Vines grasp my feet,

They pull me in.

I scream, shout,

No one hears.

I get pulled under,

Bushes scrape my face.

Vines clamber over me,

Have I become part of nature?

I thrash and pull,

But the vines tighten around me.

Ants, spiders, bugs of all sorts,

scurry past but not for long.

I feel scurries and pads on my legs,

The bugs start crawling over me.

Devouring my flesh,

In small chunks they take my body away.

My corpse lays in the burning sun,

The rays take me away.