In the Furthest Parts of the Mind

Standing on a ledge, with no idea what’s below.

Deep in the farthest part of my mind there is a barren forest:

Uncertainty casts shadows that manifest into trees; Heartache stills frigid air that settles heavily on the forest floor, where I lay my head.

Among the leaves and fagot piles, grave markers beneath upturned soil, bring solace and warmth, however minute…

My puffs of shivering breath come alive as demons, that envelope me in an unrelenting cold and whisper all my fears and failures;

They erect themselves, familiar faces—ghosts of aspirations I tended to then carelessly discarded

—they hover on the tree line, on the very border of my conscious and subconscious…