Poem: Jungle

The winds of today are interrupting the thunder for tomorrow.

I see the jungle rumbling, but it does not make a sound.

Trying to find ways to be happy, but deep down all you want to do is be sad and hide.

 The smile never grows on your face.

The heartache leaves a mark so big that it bears your name, and the one that made its mark.

Not the one you call, the one that you hide from them all.

When will the silence start making noise?

Will I ever make it out this jungle alive?

I have tried, but somehow, I miss the branch every time.

I think I must climb the musty trees one more time, this time I will try to survive.

If not, at least I tried.