Dark Woods
Dark Woods
In the dark woods is where you will find me tied to a tree. But how did I become here and why am I not free?
In my mind I stir... Through the labyrinth of passageways I am lost. Surrounded by my own nightmares I scream.
Haunted by my past mistakes, I ponder...Torn between the guilt and confession, but of the two what will I choose?
Fallen and never the same sadness takes hold...
Copyright © Meg Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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