Memories

Desperately anticipating the lonesome narrow roads,
bereft of leaves and life’s little crawling things
 the twisted, gnarled shrubbery gets caught on my sleeve.
lost in the forest, I find myself clinging
to those familiar mislaid things
Too addicted to the pain they cause,
 too terrified of what may come in their absence.

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