Deep in the Woods of Discontent, where shadows, masked, roam as spirits,
Ancient trees fold their claws of fear, and doubt and meanest reproach
Around the eyes of travelers, injecting with their twigged tendrils
The venom of delusion. Blindness reigns.
Many have ventured through those tumultuous woods, with heroic claims of valor
Insisting they, unlike others gone before, might bear the light, dispelling black.
But unarmed with word of Truth, the shadows overtake, and cataract bile infests. Again.
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Comments
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whooo... that's a dark and gloomy picture of life, and so true. Cheers.
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I really liked the adding of again on the ending and emphasizing what was happening. This is a very descriptive and captivating poem. Very interesting too. Nice work and thanks for the entry.
Ryan -
This didn't need line breaking to be great. This was really good and profound. Nice work. Best of luck.
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