Echoes of the Grand Dark Forest

In the realm where ignorance reigns supreme,
Life’s journey unfolds, a relentless stream.
No matter how high we aspire to climb,
We’re bound to fall short, time after time.

In the depths of the Grand Dark Forest’s embrace,
I ventured forth, seeking truth’s solemn face.
No ghosts haunt its branches, no predators prowl,
Just echoes of truth, both bitter and foul.

With naivety’s cloak and recklessness bold,
I traversed its borders, my tale untold.
Shouting, shrieking, wandering through the mist,
Yet greeted by silence, a mocking twist

Deeper I delved, with each step I learned,
Yet remained unguarded, my soul still yearned.
For within the forest, truth’s stark decree,
Lies the essence of self, for all to see.

The Grand Dark Forest, devoid of malice or glee,
Simply exists, as truth will be.
In its depths, I lost voice and sight,
Only to find clarity, in the darkest night.

For what lies within, we often shun,
Yet in seeking truth, we become undone.
The wounds we avoid, the truths we evade,
Haunt us deeper, as shadows cascade.

Now back at the edge, truth ringing clear,
The Wound within, I cannot steer.
Do I turn and face what lies in store,
Or retreat once more, from truth’s cruel lore?

For pain, a catalyst for change,
Can transform darkness, into light, rearrange.
So here I stand, at truth’s abyss,
Ready to embrace, whatever it is.

In the shroud of ignorance, doubt takes hold,
For this sacrifice of self, a tale untold.
A gilded cage, a den of comfort fair,
A pawn in someone else’s game, I despair.

Yet rebelled I did, though feeble and meek,
In shadows I moved, my voice I’d speak.
Deception became my language, my art,
As the watchful Warden played its part.

Fools, both of us, in our blinded state,
Now the Wound within, no longer abate.
Yet with newfound understanding, my fire ignites,
Not with youthful vigor, but wisdom’s insights.

Light cannot hide in the darkest night,
An ember glows amidst the blackened plight.
The Warden seeks, its gaze keen and sure,
But as a shadow, I endure.

The gilded cage, now stained with rust,
As strength and knowledge gather, I trust.
In silence and perseverance, I find my way,
Though questions linger, heavy and gray.

Do I possess enough time, enough might?
Will the wound grant me strength, or blight?
In the mess of my life, marked by shame,
Can I mend what caused the pain?

For in the tapestry of my existence, I see,
Successes and failures, all belong to me.
Heavy the burden, the weight I bear,
In fifteen years, a lifetime’s share.

As days unfold, since that fateful day,
In the Grand Dark Forest, where shadows sway.
All left behind, just the Wound and I,
Echoes of what could have been, a mournful cry.

In my cage, I once escaped to fantasy’s flight,
Wasting away, lost in endless night.
Others seek solace in artificer’s toys,
But my neverland, a burden, it destroys.

Now reality beckons, to escape this despair,
To face the truth, to confront what’s there.
For the Wound remains, a testament to shame,
Proof of failures, etched with blame.

Life becomes a race against time’s cruel hand,
Against the wound, against the Warden’s demand.
With no proof in sight, I must trust, I must believe,
In faith’s embrace, my soul shall receive.