Lost in a forest with three broken ribs
I lie under ferns as I struggle to breathe
Rain shower drizzle washes me clean
Welts on my back glow bright and seethe.
Slash on my face exposes cheek
Notable reflection for future scar
Mosaic contusions from shoulder to wrist
Death seems so near and life feels so far.
Concussion subsides and memories return
I escaped from her prison but not without harm
A swing, an explosion, a kick, and a strike
Thought I took freedom but instead bought the farm.
So if I don’t return they should look at her
The locals, the state, and the feds all the same
Don’t believe the stories, her lies, and the passion
Emotions stacked high, but not built for pain.