English Poem | The Dark Woods | Diwakar Sapkota

I fear,
The wood,
When it’s dark,
As dark weighs down,
It soaks the sound,
When still and calm,
But the dark woods,
Are restless,
As the leaves rustles,
And the wood creeks,
The forest hums,
A whispered warning,
And deep inside,
A knot of fright,
Sharp and cold,
Holds me tight.

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