Mentally trapped.

Miles ahead a wood so thick and vast 

that is seeps into the distance and will not end

Stagnant mist that heaves against the trunks

the past perpetuating from the roots

There is no atmosphere to contain a breath of fresh air 

Dark laughter is thrown back and forth in the wind 

The feeling of bars is fluent within

I am bound to recur though the anguish is tenfold

silhouettes blurring and sinking further

I can only trudge this repetitive track 

Reviews

[Blogger]

This is really good. I read it 4 times and liked it for different reasons each time. Wow. You did well here!

[Blogger]

My goodness. This is powerful and well done.

[Wraith.]

thankyou so much.

[Blogger]

You are welcome! I like reading good stuff.