Shadows

    I walk through this forest of lost thoughts and broken dreams
                   The trees seem to hiss melancholy.
Bringing me i                                        
                   n                                    s
                     f                                s
                       i                            e
                         n                       n
                           i                    d
                             t               a
                               e          s
            They gnarl, towering over me making me feel
small                                    and                                      unimportant.
             I keep walking, wondering who decided that I'm the
waste                                         of                                            space
the                                              d           in this crazy, mixed up world.
                               b                e
                                 a            e
                                   d        s
           I come to a tall, dark brick wall and glance around
                     Dead leaves are splattered everywhere,
a           waste                of                                   death
              I see small trees, they haven't learned about
                    s                                                            disappointments
p                 e
a               f
  i              i
   n    or    l
                                       I turn around
                The path   s   t   r   e   t   c   h   e   s   out
                                                                                          before me
                              Begging me to go back to the start.
                                   Not the start of the path.
The start of                                                                                  life.
The start of                                                                           sadness.
The start of                                                                               anger.
                                            It wants me
It                                              needs                                          me.
                                    Someone looms there
                                     waiting for                                               me.
                            My fear is so strong I can taste it.
                        My heart is beating so hard I can hear it.
                      All at once shadows fall over me.
                              Blackness coats me.
                             Darkness consumes me.