Most Nights Poem by eve Taylor

I close my eyes,

to imagine the world,

in fantasy of words,

a place to take me away,

when life gets in my way,

a forest darkly lately,

one with paths winding,

where I can get lost,

sit under a hidden canopy,

no need for company,

symbolizing my world,

everything is cold,

I wander aimlessly,

not knowing which path,

to painfully choose,

no compass to guide me,

I am struck by the damp fear,

in my silence,

no one can hear,

even I can't seem to hear,

my eyes are tired,

tired of seeing,

what was,

what could have been,

all I want,

is to lay down,

on the mossy rocky,

forest's softly floor,

where nothing else matters,

anymore.