Dark Forest Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I have not written for a long time
I have felt lost in a dark forest
surrounded by a dark thicket of trees
as far as my eyes can see
The wind brushes against the leaves
and the sounds flutter through my ears
The sounds of the whistling wind
The sounds of branches hitting each other
as if they were cheerleaders
with palm-palms beating together
without any cheers

I cannot say that I am back
because my time is spread out
like the trees in the forest for which I stand in
But I can tell you that I am lost
in this forest made up of my dark past
Trees rooted into my very soul
Trees that I can look at and just ponder
about how they grew so tall
I can only wish to find a reason
to why these trees are really here
I can only wish to find meaning
within this forest of my past actions