Tall oaks surrounding
with dashes of sunlight
penetrating the darkness.
Intercepting the lost feeling
Overtaking me.
And with a swift jolt,
Running wild in the woods;
confusion abound.
Seeking my destiny.
Such a cliche of a journey.
Vines entangling ankles
quelling my movement
and weeds inching up my spine,
torso, and limbs.
Trapping any attempts
at progress.
But the traveler will come.
A traveler settled down...
But- one last journey
to save a lost soul.
His calling?
Call it what you will.
Truth leaps forth and frees me.
In a drawn out intervention.
In an unrelenting grappling.
In an event to change lives.
A horrible future
brought to a swift, diverted
End.















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