poems from the woods

fungus feeds bark wet
black leaves, rotting
soft and spongy and I
am like a monkey

baby sells sea shells wakes up with a pop.
slap hold on, the party's just begun

here i sit and think
to be here for just
a week can anyone
know what i have
done, how much Ive
learned, how far I've
come. I almost left,
to be free, not a choice
was right for me

falling, flying, through
and through, the night will
come to bring the truth, before
the end of day comes near, light
will lift the falling tear, darkened
shadows hardened light, death comes
for me tonight

I am gone but you stay here.
remember to relax, and never to fear,
the worst is pain and the end is
death, simple no. decitful yes. but
when I leave, you will know
carefree laden but free I go