LOST

 

I wander in the dark forest
Looking, searching
For a torchlight
Tears glistening in the night
The wounds are the sorest

Smothered by black leaves
Black Mambas coiled around my ankles
Hands in shackles
Pieces of puzzles stolen by thieves

A hand stopped me from falling
Deep into the pit of scorpions
I was screaming
Then I felt a gentle touch
Saying ‘Hush’
I am right here
My dear

 

By: Mariana Clament, Taiping, Perak.

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