POEM

Sporadic Jungle

No matter how scattered or isolated your life and emotions can get, there is always hope.

You may ask where is Sporadic Jungle There is no way to find it but at any time, it can find you Walking alone, I was tripped and awoke in Sporadic Jungle Seems like I’ve been here since the world began

I am timelessly lost, searching for a way out Following a single direction compass, the wrong way Hoping for a hand from above to reach down and lift me up The secret is tangled inside me, unlocking my entrapping wilderness

Screams, cries, whispers, ring loud in my untrained ears Creatures of all types crawling from under every rock and leaf Slippery moss, mud-filled trails wind aimlessly among the shadows Follow my voice to find the way in and pull me out of destruction.

There is always hope.

One person can make that difference.

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