There are spirits in the wood.
So softly they glow
that they lead folks astray.
I would go there, if I could,
to lose all I have
and find a new way.
But too long have I stood
and my feet are now bone
as they slowly decay.
So I know that it's no good.
I'm stuck.
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Ghostwriter
PoesiaLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
