DO I TRUST THE WOODS?

Who do I trust in the woods?
Fear has planted my feet where they stood.
Once upon a time you were friends with the trees.
But now you are unsure of what to believe.
You hear their whispers in the shadows.
Their words choke you like the gallows.
They watch your every step.
Looking for that one misstep.
Under their watchful eyes you trip.
Egar, They are quick to whip.
You lie on the leaf covered ground,
Wondering if you will ever be safe and sound.
Rumors creep like it’s a forest fog.
It corrupts the mind like a moss covered log.
Even if one finds escape,
Your mind will question every landscape.
“Is the waterfall like the tree’s?”
“Will it twist everything it sees?”
Who do you trust when your faith turns to dust?
Do you even dare to trust?

R.D. JESS