The walk through a black wood.
The path of darkness and no good.
A struggle of help and confidence.
That never seems to make sense.
The wood was cold like a blizzard on a winter day.
The leaves were black and sky turned grey.
Unfortunately this path is the only one to travel.
The ground was hard and painful like gravel.
But it’s a road we all have to follow.
And the fog was so thick it was hard to swallow.
Walking through a black wood.
Having to endure what no one should.
Shadows creep in and out.
Wondering if it’s my sight or mind that has doubt.
Making me want to shout.
But it would alert the creatures that go about.
Destroying what was left in my safe seeming kind.
As my mind begins to bind.
Breaking down piece by piece wondering if I could ever leave this place.
But the black figures keep bringing down my pace.
Ending in mass destruction.
Refusing my mind to function.
How do you make it through this dark wood.
I can’t believe that anyone could.
The end is near.
And I’m in total fear.
As I break away from the sane world I used to know.
Being trapped in this black wood.
A place I thought I’d never go.