A Hike in the Woods by Jackson Andrew

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A hiker walks in the woods
His limbs only warmed by the movements inside them
His digits a distant memory


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Cru – THUD

He loses his footing searching for relief
Every breath a reminder of cannibalistic cold
There is only the path – no matter how cold


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The birds endorse the path but enjoy flight
They speak of those lost to the cold
Losing focus kills


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His boots whose task was to keep him warm
Betray him by allowing the cold in
Now they only serve to stabilize


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The trees give away their warm secret
The birds speak of wonder and safety
But trudge he must for there is only one path

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