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Forest surrounds me, the wind bristles,

Leaves crunch against the sky.

I told myself I wouldn't come back here.

I still ponder reasons why

I ventured in the first place -

One of many decisions I can't erase

Like my returning here tonight,

Journeying down this dark road

Without a thread of light.

I can only guess the intentions

That triggered my response.

Little anything is clear

Except I don't want to be here.

All I see are my hands on the wheel

And the sense of self to turn back

Before I'm numb to the touch of life,

Another train on a side track.