Lost
By Ethan R
The tall trees swayed
Swayed like the wind
The whistle blew
While the birds flew
The grass at my knees
The itch is immense
Like the forests, so dense
The soil as brown as the bark
In the heart of oblivion
For the foreseeable future
No home
No water
No feed
I have been left
After my theft
My theft of family
And love
And hope