Mapping my way with feelings,
Stumbling, head is reeling.
Shadow of doubt still creeping,
Blood leaking through clenched teeth.

Misinterpreting meanings,
This trail is so misleading.
Glass in my feet, keeps bleeding,
Marking my way through this dream.

When will I find my way out?
I’ve seen these trees before,
like the warnings I’ve ignored.

The home of my greatest war:
a corridor with no doors.
I know what I’m looking for.

It’s time to settle the score.

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