Woods

I'll be fine without the kind townsmen
And so will they meeting the day when
They lose a man of such little worth
To physical matters and scientific Earth.

So as they say, Into the woods I may,
Into my own, Into darkness, and stay.
No need to rush, I'll hurry on my way
And turn my back on these grim days.

And no sand, nor shadow may follow
From now; I leave my old stump hollow
Without a single strand of my being
To escape the reality I'm leaving.

Into firm trees in the shade of night
Rooted to soil untouched by light
In a place of anguish, land of wear,
Woods of silence; enter, no one'd dare.