We wandered into the cold dark forest. This seems a regular occurrence. With every step the past is relived. You believe we are in a state of flux and the future is ours to shape. I believe it is a transient sense of false belief. We hold onto illogical hope. Trust was never in question. The unknown is broken. Our dactylograms are fading. We venture deeper into the forest. For a moment you lost me and my doppelganger found you. We are near the end. The end is here. You emerge from the forest and the world lost me to passion.<br /><br />Jeremy Horsford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-forest-35/
