A Story Untold

You’ve been here before
the child remembers
your best friend, comrade
whom you left to die

You’ve been here before
the woods revenge the innocent
and the air breathes stale
the nights tell a tale

You’ve been here before
as your own morbid self
as the child who killed his best friend
as the son who hid behind the shelves

You’ve been here before
I remember, I was 10, you 15
We walked the woods on bare feet
and you left me there beaten,bruised

You’ve been here before
are you able to breath in spite of the fear?
you shouldn’t worry for I’m here
and you won’t go anywhere…ever again.

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