Poetry diary: 14-10-2015: Into the woods

Into the woods,

As I stumble upon a scream,
Walk into the woods
And get controlled by
images that no one deserves to see

I finally get what you mean
When all your life goods
are present, but unreachable high
and you don’t have the strength to climb the tree

We’ve always been quite alike
In our humour, love and vision
And sadly, also in psych

Maybe we even hear the same voices in our mind
Lost into the woods, unable to make a decision
Maybe your mistake is all I need to find

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