Daunting Wood

This is a poem that I am woorking on for English, that I am entering into a poetry contest.

Walking straight, no longer seeing

my face black from the dust;

I shake my head my, my longing being

to escape this daunting wood.

My thoughts escape me, the fear exceeding,

the knowing that I should

meet my danger, and so I'm seeking

to escape this daunting wood.

A look to my left, a look to my right,

I see nothing that is in my sight.

I step out of the dark, knowing where I stood

trying to escape this daunting wood.

Backing up, turning around

my feet stop, they make no sound.

A twig falls, scareing me, and makes me fall with a thud;

I look around, it's still the daunting wood.

The laughs, the fears, the thoughts

and leers, the talk of this old wood.

I now realize that I can't,

escape this daunting wood.