Alone, out in the wilderness, I'm frozen to the bone, my discipline has got to be completely rigorous, I might not make it out alive, I need to find a place where I can hide.
I can feel myself start to bleed, I need to hunt something to kill, so that I can have something to feed, I have to make sure I don't feel ill.
I can hear chanting, I think they're coming, I'm being hunted, people are gonna try kill me, I need to believe, I can get out of this place in one piece.
I'm miles away from home, I'm all alone, I'm scared, I'm losing my hair, feel cold throughout my body, I just need some warmth and drink to heal me.
Finally I've made it, escaped their clutches, I'm gonna be free, away from all the evil around me, I'm with my family, they're all that I've got left in this life that can help me, I don't wanna leave them again, and be alone, and be in danger my friend.
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This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
