On his knees he sinks into the soft mossy blanket underneath. Caged by bows of pine and oak his privacy is enforced, he is kept from the dappled sun. Tears stream down his tired face lingering on the bags under his eyes and turned down lips. Rolls of fog reach up to embrace his sorrow and chill his anger. A scream escapes his lips and bounce from tree to tree completing the silence around him. His eyes look for someone to come and hear his plea. Absence shouts in his face and his tears are renewed and his mind breaks. Alone. Unheard. Mad.
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