There stands a
Forrest of darkness
So black the hand
Before your face
Is a chasm.
The smiles on
Others faces but
A mirage that
Fades as the
Tears begin to fall.
You grope and crawl
You hope for it all
To end and the
Sun to rise in
The east again.
~jan. 25, 2011
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