Leaves are surronding you, the ground moves with hungry ants on the prowl.
You can hear a trickle of water, but are never close enough to taste it.
Food is only a gun shot away, to bad your only weapon is the body in which you exsist.
You smell a rooting carcase, and see a trail of blood. You only know so well what must be stalking near by.
You read your water logged torn map, if only you hadn't lost your compase running
from that annaconda.
Soon you notice that the foliage is growing closer inward, and the day light is becomeing dimmer.
You wish that this wasn't true, and that you were safe in your hotel hut.
But you know the truth, you are lost,
in the jungle.
Author notes
This is about being lost in a jungle. I was watching a show on it about a month ago, and just sat down to write a new poem and this is what came to my head.
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LOL I've been there more than once very good narrative style here
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