Lost in wilderness, there I stood,
Gazing quarters in the trap,
I behold a shadowy map,
Crowned with a hunters haunted wood.
Each turn unleashes a wicked snare,
Skipping stones in a trembled move,
Looks like the alien has gotten the groove,
Caught craftily yet remained unaware.
Detangling in sweet symphony unknown,
The rushing tides of my soul screech,
A new world seemed far out of reach,
Yet I stood an inspiration deemed by my own.
Silver linings shine distant in sight,
Today I’m as bound by a fence,
Someday the solitary shall allure sense,
While i twirl around the border every night.
– Adelene Coelho