The Forest

My thoughts overpowering

My tears flooding

Watering my thoughts that are germinating ideas of

Broken promises and everything I can't be

Empowering sadness and irrigating falsehood

As the truth lay buried missed by the water that picks it's victims

And empowering them to become monstrous and deceitful.

Ideas leading to new ideas

which leads to mistakes made.

Mistakes that can never be undone

just forgotten.

My biggest regrets still lingering ideas in my mind.

The water quickly spreading as new ideas are created

faster than before.

They grow

and grow

to become giant memories of my past mistakes.

These mistakes creating new mistakes

and the water welcomes them

nurturing them

and decieving them.

A forest.

A forest of my life.

A forest of mistakes

regrets

secrets

not yet forgotten.

A flooded forest in my mind

that drowns but never dies.

 

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