Forgive The Forest

In a sea full of my twisted trees,
I’d marked the mad to nix the mystery,
of the sickness that held bliss from me.
But, when I returned to burn,
I’d missed the bleed.
Simply scabbing sap,
where steel attacked.
Then, their laughter sent me reeling back.
“Nice try!
But, you see, we’re here to stay.
So you should stay near,
and pace your fears away.”
Should I obey the words they clearly say?
Or start chopping blindly,
holding tears at bay.
Now see, these trees,
don’t seem so thick to me.
The shadows of the forest,
Are made of mostly leaves.
So it seems these shadows,
Are just fictitious needs.
Simply self depicted,
Though the woeful wicked cleaves.
Or so it seems…

So, if you can’t see me for the trees,
then forgive my forest, please.
I’ve been toppled over by the breeze,
falling now on knotted knees.
Thinking to myself in silence;
“why bother even breathe?”