Deep Dark Woods

Sometimes I walk into the deep dark woods
And I lay down amongst the dead
Leaves and scrambling bugs and hard stones.
I lay down on my back, eyes wide to the hidden sky
And think until I can’t.

Sometimes I walk into the deep dark woods
And lay down amongst the dead
Leaves and scrambling bugs and hard stones
Until my spine becomes the bones of the trees
And my heart becomes the ache of the wind.

Sometimes I walk into the deep dark woods
And I lay down amongst the dead
Leaves and scrambling bugs and hard stones
Until feral hope finds me and eats me alive.