I have not written for a long time <br />I have felt lost in a dark forest <br />surrounded by a dark thicket of trees <br />as far as my eyes can see <br />The wind brushes against the leaves <br />and the sounds flutter through my ears <br />The sounds of the whistling wind <br />The sounds of branches hitting each other <br />as if they were cheerleaders <br />with palm-palms beating together <br />without any cheers <br /> <br />I cannot say that I am back <br />because my time is spread out <br />like the trees in the forest for which I stand in <br />But I can tell you that I am lost <br />in this forest made up of my dark past <br />Trees rooted into my very soul <br />Trees that I can look at and just ponder <br />about how they grew so tall <br />I can only wish to find a reason <br />to why these trees are really here <br />I can only wish to find meaning <br />within this forest of my past actions<br /><br />Cokbod Lodwogo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-forest/
