Survival - Iain Frumiento '19

The speckled moon lights up the rocky path
The clouds rain down on me like crying tears
My shoes, they leave behind a trail of smears
To cover up the dreadful aftermath
I look throughout the woods for a cool bath
But to my luck, nothing seems to appear
I hope I am not stuck out here for years
Since I must watch out for an angry wrath
I try to keep a watch out through the night
For anything that that gives me survival
It seems like I am first to walk these woods
As there is not a sign of life in sight
I hope they’re open to my arrival
For I could use some more surviving goods