The forest

The forest is all blotted, black and white
the darkness takes over, just a white outline
it slowly recedes to a point
but the pool still floods the town tonight
the rain that he tried so hard to deter
pitters and patters and bleeds away
and ink drop by drop slowly it threatens
everything he worked at so hard today
an eye patch would signify the forest she wears
she runs through herself and melts through her head
sitting underneath the now leafless tree
her sleepy eyes scan the forest for the path she's seen
and he may tumble down on his way up
she won't chase him or she'll hurt him first
no reason no rhyme no tale to tell no crime
she's stuck in the forest all blotted
black and white and black and white...

-A. Tulsiani