Our Forests


Lost in that great forest. 

Overwhelming darkness all around. 

It is confusion, it is fear,

you taste it, hear it, 

smell it on your own breath.

The footsteps of many a lost soul linger

on the muddy ground beneath you. 

Everyone must come here:

it is unavoidable.

You remember peace, and

perhaps fragments of joy, but

they do not venture here, so far. 

For this is the forest:

the air sinks with the weight

of true desperation. 

The essence of hopelessness pools so thick, 

you drown in it. 

It becomes all you can taste, 

all you can hear. 

The darkness of drowning, 

blindness. There is 

no light, 

when we are

Lost in that great forest. 


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