The Forest Poem by Jeremy Horsford

We wandered into the cold dark forest. This
seems a regular occurrence.

With every step the past is relived.

You believe we are in a state of flux and the
future is ours to shape. I believe it is a
transient sense of false belief.

We hold onto illogical hope.

Trust was never in question. The unknown
is broken.

Our dactylograms are fading.

We venture deeper into the forest.

For a moment you lost me and my doppelganger
found you.

We are near the end. The end is here.

You emerge from the forest and the world
lost me to passion.