In the Wild
In the throes of it all-
It feels like I am being unguarded.
Slowly being haunted, and trying to hide.
Until the ghosts catch up, and I am stricken.
It becomes clear that those feelings of being followed-
Were just me being locked out of my own mind.
Left in the wilderness where there are delusions that grow more bold the deeper I go.
There is no one behind those trees that is willing to listen.
Only laughter that will disperse.
Along with my sanity.
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