Poetry: Jungle of Fear

I am lost in the jungle
Too weak to move
Surrounded by strangers
Not the brothers of my youth

Nor the lover in my bed
Or the leader above me
I stand in a twofold jungle
Of my own thoughts and peers

I look around startled
The sun is setting
And though it rises again
I yet smell death

The wind whistles words
Like an omen clear
That my end is slowly seeking
To draw me in with fear

My eyes, my eyes
So cold and red
I am sure that loneliness
Would have me dead

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