Author’s note: I wrote this last summer. I was rather depressed at that time (obviously).

Darkness of the Woods

I wander into darkness blind

Seeking gladness left behind

Sorrowing and full of doubt

Endless tears. . .

I stumble about.

My hands, for comfort, grope.

There is none-

No seed of Hope.

Delving deeper into blackness,

Into pits of fear and sadness;

Beyond the boundary of madness. . .

The darkness of the woods.