As I run into the woods
To escape dread and gloom
Chasing simplicity
All in its doom.

As I wildly drift past,
A train of trailing thoughts;
Mind numb and heart sore
For the days flashed by
Of resentment and repose

Zillions lost in space so vast
With broken promises
And unspoken words
Life in its full force
A rare cataclysm.

Predicaments and Prejudice
Hell hath suffered a soul
Head high and grit higher
No mere a bow, spirit unhindered.

As the ghastly winds billowed
Sweeping off the dust
Years of tumult and agony
Laid barren and cold.

As the twigs roll and leaves crumble,
Under the pale moonlight;
Like freckles of snow the grave shines,
In full glory and might.
© RashmitaAmireddy