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Heading home through the
ancient woodland
sunlight through the trees tormenting
my soul
slippery moss covered roots
make climbing this steep slope treacherous
while creatures voices –
never ending
are sometimes welcome but
often intolerable.
Drawn towards the cold steel
gates of Hades
that clatter behind me like a cell door
I walk under gnarly branches as the
clag closes in and
the light begins to fade.
The sound of blissful silence
soothes and comforts –
the damp smell of detritus
welcome.