We wandered into the cold dark forest. This seems a regular occurrence. With every step the past is relived. You believe we are in a state of flux and the future is ours to shape. I believe it is a transient sense of false belief. We hold onto illogical hope. Trust was never in question. The unknown is broken. Our dactylograms are fading. We venture deeper into the forest. For a moment you lost me and my doppelganger found you. We are near the end. The end is here. You emerge from the forest and the world lost me to passion.

Jeremy Horsford

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-forest-35/