A Hopeless Poem

You're trapped in the woods

Trapped beneath these thorny vines

You look up at the waning moon

Left to age like a fine wine

The wolves howl their eerie tune

Maggots wriggle in

Leaving holes in your flesh

Your will to live is running thin

Thorns digging in, the wounds you have are fresh

All who loved you all who dared

unspoken words left in the air

The sweater you wear is full of tears

But it's still there...

It's... still there...