The flame
I feel alone I feel scared and sad I feel cold and naked but for the dark torn rags I carry more than wear I feel splinters under my bare feet This forest turned loud from a darting rain and a freezing wind Why am I alone Near or away Alive or dead Someone should be here, keeping a warming flame inside my heart But there seems to be noone here but me As much as I want to sit on a jagged rock and call this forest home I will keep going Keep hurting Keep shivering Because I want to believe That through the trees between the red eyes of predators I see a solitary flame It's inside me