Through Forests of Smoke
A poem meant to inspire
Tall and proud stands before me
The remnants of what I was
A fog clouding my vision
Hiding, with resentment, all that I lost.
As I enter the realms of my mind
I feel a chill, the ghosts of my past,
Roaming through my head
In forests of smoke, which come to no end.
Skeletons creep up my legs
Yelling at me, all the things I said
In despair I listen, and yet,
I only hear, what I left unsaid.
Suphocated I walk forward
Looking to escape this hell I made,
I am constantly moving
To avoid fading away.
I find demons in deja vus
They trick me in dreams I will never remember
Just to scare me
Whent the present arrives, to collect its debt.
Time runs ahead of me
At times I catch up, and others it catches me
Always reminded of what was,
Always worried of what might be.
Through forests of smoke I will walk
To the old me I will talk
I will let the winds of our future
Clear the smokes of my past
Until it is time to waje up and dream once again.
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