Abandoned

High fever set in for the second time

Thought we were in the clear

Threat of infection is still highly imminent

The passage out was a long and tedious one

Carried on a stretcher along the rocky sodden path

Each awkward turn sent a tremble through by bones

I felt my brain violently pound against the inside of my skull

Knocked around like an embryo in an uncontrolled free fall

Scattering between the tall oaks, maples and firs

Sunlight would reach my face on occasion

Dense fog seemed to levitate from the ground

Dangerous path becomes blind

Scent of fresh rain dripping on bark

Damp fallen leaves unearthed by a trenched march

Pine beds lining the exit strategy 

Unclaimed fibers itch my skin that I can not scratch

Random insects land on my face that I can not swat

I feel the warm trickle of blood ooze out of my wounds

My palms sweaty with unknowns

The snaps of twigs beneath their boots

Rattle hollow echoes between my listening

Voices howl and crackle in concise misguidance

These bearers with sheltered hearts 

Fighting for my own mortality

Every effort to keep me conscious

I have become an alternate once more

Reflection did not accurately portray

Sharing water with the ghost of her

Detached, I am at my finest

Lost, I am catapulted 

Deep realms of forced solitude

Amongst the forest floor

Selected for departure

The hunting wolf follows my trail

Picked up my fallen limbs 

Hot coals placed in my mouth

Lost and gained

I am slayed

© 2016 David Greg Harth

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