Lost In The Woods

Danger is approaching me.
My heart is beating twice as fast.
Should I do nothing but panic?
That breath I take might be my last.

Adrenaline takes place like a tide through my body.
I donít know what action to take.
The hiss turns into a rattle.
Perhaps it could be a snake.

Why not face my fears now?
Mum may not like it
That I am taking a risk,
Even though I have my first aid kit.

I get prepared for the sudden spring of energy.
The sound of the whistling wind is part of my fear.
The air makes me feel cold through my sweat.
I think Iím lost here. . .