the lonely woods never fades,

a darkened root filled space,

where dreams of possible, blur to naught

in endless quest of place.

trip and fall and scratch and snag,

i know this place -oh too damn well,

over and over that famed dark view,

where last i flew and fell.

i dont know how, i dont know when,

to end this, or if it will,

till then ill stumble blindly on,

while looking for sunlights sill.

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