searching for what is lost,
in the forest of my thoughts.
truth or lies what I sought,
at least that's what I thought.
Down the path dark and shaded.
smell of earth and leaves.
past the dead, always hated,
where the roots. the earth has heaved
deep into the darkened woods,
searching for what is lost.
this is where I've always stood
leaves cloaked in life's frost.
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