forested

this forested wandering,
through wonders
concealing hidden layers,
under truth, buried
within emotion less
thoughts bleaker
than this far side
of sight, nearer
to extinction.
indistinct. thinking
of the end. it’s
a road oft traveled.
through this
forested time.

some moon smiles
overhead, or
cries its silvered
breath.
we make mistakes or
commit crimes, sin
sideways and forget
our ways
of redemption.
needing help. hands
tied like tongues.
bound like promises
to break bones.
i can’t help but think
i’m alone in this.