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I stand in the forest

all alone.

Amidst the tangled overgrowth.



The sun doesn’t penetrate

through the dense foliage,

to light the darkness

within this realm.



Many do not brave

this dark hidden passage

into the center.



Dead twisted limbs

reach out to grab

what life is left in me.



Others just point

their crooked fingers

out of the woods

as if here too,

I do not belong.



Even the animals

have gone from this place,

no nourishment for body or soul

do they find.



But I

unlike the wildlife

enjoy the cool,

damp darkness of the place.

Where in the center,

no one dare tread.



There is peace

among the dark,

twisted, sinister shapes

within the confines

of the forest.



Maybe it’s that similarity

between this realm

and my soul,

that pleases me.