The Jungle boyA Poem by ThejungleboyWhen feeling overwhelmed with life, we can often feel lost.The Jungle boy- Often within my mind, I feel like I am trapped within a deep amazonic jungle with no direction as to which way is out. Some days I feel adventurous and excited swinging from one vine to the next breathing in deep breaths of jungle air. Feeling free and alive. The smell and the sounds of the jungle makes the blood within my body come alive; I feel at peace. But all too often theses experiences last but a short season. 90% of the time it is raining, what a beautiful sound it makes which relaxes my body and makes me feel tired but with nowhere to sleep I lay on the barren jungle ground cold wet and tired, I curl up into a ball. Waiting for the rain to pass. Each breath hoping to be my last. The sounds that once invigorated my soul now arouses fear deep within me. Fear of the unknown; fear that I once more come to the realisation that I am trapped, lost in the deep jungle. Feeling that I will never be found. As I lay there cold, naked and in despair, I await. I wait for the season to pass. I know that it will not last forever and that one day my soul will be free at last. One day I will swing from the trees again and breathe in deep breaths of jungle air. © 2016 Thejungleboy |
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1 Review Added on April 26, 2016 Last Updated on April 26, 2016 AuthorThejungleboySydney, AustraliaAboutI wouldn't call myself a writer. But I am someone who is trying to escape the pressures of society and come back to the basics, of finding happiness again. more.. |

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