The Forest - Poem by Holy PsychWard
A forest lies deep
Within my mind every creature and every tree cares
About one another like close brothers
The lions protect the week while the trees support the torn;
Birds sing sweet songs to troubled travelers ears.
Then one day a ferocious fire races through the trees burning many to dust
The next day hungry hunters come and kill many lions
The Birds were left without protection and support
Their Sweet songs fell to the ash and blood covered ground.
The remaining creatures of the forest decided to build a wall.
To protect them all from the hunters and fires; the destroyers of their worlds
This wall was made of the charcoal remains of the trees and glued together by the blood of the lions
It towered over the animals as they became shut off from the world
All who looked onto it saw a black, cold wall.
That seemed an empty void of emotion that I have become.
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