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.