One with the wilderness.

Since one was young.

Nature’s beautiful song.


As we have aged.

Emotion’s decayed.

Man as cold as ice.


What once was our friend.

Now enemy.

Nature’s haunting cry.


Freedom of thought.

Endless dreaming.

Fresh world at fingertips.


Oh to be young again.

Oh to be free again.

From these emotionless chains.


Years have gone by.

I now lay in decay.

Beneath fresh fallen leaves.

I lay in decay

unable to take

the person I had become.


© Mercy Desdemona 2013