I left the road, tramped
in the fields until I came
to a forest growing dark.
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Lovely, this. Does anyone follow? Nah, and then you walk out into the rising light.
Hmmm, I don't think this is the typical man-cave. I'd fish you out if I could, but I think this is part of the journey you are required to make in your quest as a wordsmith. Keep the collar turned up against the cold- my favorite detail.
Interesting poem! It is the darkness within that needs to be fought against…