Once I sneak, oh so carefully
Past the sleeping ghoul
I’m faced with a choice a path that splits
One leads to a forest, the other unknown
I choose the path that looks more traveled
That always seems a good choice
As I prepare to enter the tall dark tree line
I see a sign that I must give voice
“The Forest of Deception” the sign reads ominously
And I consider that for a moment
“Beware the trees and wicked ghosts,
As well as what lies when it opens”
I start to walk, more confident than I feel
And immediately feel a tug
The tug turns into a pull and the pull to a drag
As the branches wrap around my arms snug
I beat them off, but to no avail
They only twist tighter and tighter
It isn’t till I stop resisting
That they let me travel farther.
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The Valley of Unrest
PoetryThis collection of poetry will depict a hidden land of darkness and twisted reality. It may or may not have a moral or a point. I will do my best to entertain you and post frequently. Each chapter will be another element that roams or creates thi...
