By Jeremy Ewing

Artwork by Marcia Borell

Seldom do I leave the forest of my mind,

Filled with the shades of sorrow,

Anger and despair.

I watch from the safety of these comforts

As specters pass,

Bathed in light,

Illuminated from within

By enigmatic forces,

Seemingly forever out of reach.

I’m drowning in the murky shadows

Of my mind,

Hoping yet fearing

To grasp onto the light.

Doomed only to feel residual forces

Emanating from the peaceful specters.