Tucked Deep in the Woods©

Tucked Deep in the Woods©

By Felina Silver Robinson

Deep in the woods I find myself

Hold up in a house made of wood

Trees wrapped all around

The river meant to entrance me

I stay here held up and ordered

To paint away each day

Til my hands can no longer hold the brush

That carries my strokes

That sways across each canvas

Each tells a story of my despair

Of why I must be so lonely

An artist you see must always be

Focused on his journey

A distraction here

A distraction there

Can only lead to his misery

For his one true love is really just his work

This is they why I’m trapped here deep in the woods