A Sad Story

Hey, people! Since I'm on a media fast I'm only going to be updating this blog on Monday and Thursday until the beginning of September. :) This poem, true to it's name, is sad...

A Sad Story
Creeping, creeping
Along the forest floor
Thorns are poking
But you don't care any more

Your clothes are torn
Your hair in disarray
Lost and alone
To your dismay

Owls are hooting
Wolves are prowling
You glance around
To see if any are prowling

You bow your head
Say a prayer of need
You hear water trickling
But you pay no heed

You walk a little farther
You hear a sound
You crouch down
Close to the ground

You hear it again
Crack, snap, now it's loud
A rabbit hops across your path
Quiet as a cloud

It's getting dark
You find a place to sleep
Under a tree
You lie down in a heap

You toss and turn
But you get no rest
You think of your family
They were the best

You're now truly cold
You can't suffer anymore
You're numb all over
You can't feel the floor

You close your eyes
Take your last breath
This story is sad
And it ends in death...