Lady Amalthea
New member
This was kind of my realization poem, when I realized how my actions were affecting people around me, and I got inspired
I wrote it in like 2 minutes, and it was just me getting stuff off my chest basically, so it's not formerly edited, but I think I like that about it.
I search the woods for healing,
The healing I can’t do alone,
But as I approach a rugged elm,
Skin savagely cracked in dry waiting;
It repels me through fear and thunder.
A spider the size of my foot,
Covers it, driving me away;
Taunting taunts my soul needed to hear.
I’m climbing up the steep valley,
Squinting through mist distorting my mind.
Reaching the top leading to nowhere,
But the breeze whispers secrets
Through the clouds I’ve frolicked,
That now I’m beset,
And they whisper a known,
however unheard covert.
These trees do not want you,
They won’t heal your self brought pain,
You’ve hurt others, hurt yourself
And we hold no sympathy
For your unsympathetic heart,
Who betrays against betrayal,
But their betrayal is long gone—
Yours is never-ending.
So end it, forget past wearies,
And heal yourself, our help is forbidden.
Your asking was treachery,
Against life and her and us –
But we’ll forgive with sympathy
To you, the unsympathetic,
and so it will branch out we know;
For the world is a forest,
And everyone is a tree.
I'm not particularly a fan of rhyming, because I find it sounds forced, but thanks for the opinion melvin.

I search the woods for healing,
The healing I can’t do alone,
But as I approach a rugged elm,
Skin savagely cracked in dry waiting;
It repels me through fear and thunder.
A spider the size of my foot,
Covers it, driving me away;
Taunting taunts my soul needed to hear.
I’m climbing up the steep valley,
Squinting through mist distorting my mind.
Reaching the top leading to nowhere,
But the breeze whispers secrets
Through the clouds I’ve frolicked,
That now I’m beset,
And they whisper a known,
however unheard covert.
These trees do not want you,
They won’t heal your self brought pain,
You’ve hurt others, hurt yourself
And we hold no sympathy
For your unsympathetic heart,
Who betrays against betrayal,
But their betrayal is long gone—
Yours is never-ending.
So end it, forget past wearies,
And heal yourself, our help is forbidden.
Your asking was treachery,
Against life and her and us –
But we’ll forgive with sympathy
To you, the unsympathetic,
and so it will branch out we know;
For the world is a forest,
And everyone is a tree.
I'm not particularly a fan of rhyming, because I find it sounds forced, but thanks for the opinion melvin.