Forest of black

That Finnish Poet

When the wind that blows through the trees
Turns into a cold breeze

When the blissful solitude takes to the savor
Of bitter loneliness

When isolation adopts the distinct flavour
Of psychosis

I know then that the shadows ain’t tailing
Far behind me

And I’ll be forced to flee
Out into the meadow

To step out
Into the sun

Out of my black forest’s
dubious cradle

Where I’m sure to seek shade and refuge
Soon once again

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