Barking

I made someone cry today.
Almost made myself cry too.
We read poems in the park.
I wanted to,
Not leave
The words there
But I just wanted the forest
to have them.

For some reason.
It seemed right.
I did not
Want to leave that place.
The place,
where my words were.
Maybe I could chisel the words into the bark.

My mark.
That would stay with them
Forever.

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Marc Carver was born near the Thames barrier in London. He has been writing poetry for about two years. He has been a featured international artist in America and has had close to or over one hundred poems published and four collections of poetry published. He is now happy with his poetry, it is his life's work and he is more than satisfied with the end results. His books are all available on Amazon.