I’m lost in the forest
Lost in the wood
Surrounded by trees
Encompassed in myth.
Who lives in the forest?
What lurks in the wood?
Secrets surround us
What darkness is this?
Folk tales and heroes
And things that are hid
Don’t talk to strangers
Or get lost in the wood.
Men of the forest
All dressed in green
Things we don’t speak of
Perils unseen.
Keep to the path
If you pass through the wood
Hear the trees whisper
Beware of the wolf.
via Forest
Andrew Green's Poems 
It’s one thing to be lost, another to realize you are not alone, a predator is lost out here with you. A secret uncovered through, forced exploration. Eludes to secrets, more questions, than myths to find.
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Elusive indeed
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Really liked this!
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Great thanks for the feedback.
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Thanks for sharing your poem! I thoroughly enjoyed it!
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Wonderful poem. So many days in my youth I spent wandering in the woods, often pursuing imaginary villains as if I were the hero. SO many days in my adulthood I got lost in the woods until I learned to rediscover their beauty in my own imagination. Wonderful, and no, you are not alone at all, I am certain many of us are here with you. — Stephen
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