Forest of Shadows

 

                                                        Forest of Shadows

I run without looking back through a blackened forest, where the light of relief is nothing more than a distant dream.
My bare, aching feet feel every stone, every branch, every wound, as if the earth itself were conspiring against me.
Chills race down my spine like poisoned arrows shot from the depths of hell, each one bringing a new wave of terror.

I run as if my life depends on escaping the uncertainty and the unknown that relentlessly pursues me.
Around me, nothing makes sense; reality and illusion intertwine in a deadly embrace.
My veins freeze like burning webs, and though I am exhausted, I refuse to succumb to the malevolent forces surrounding me.

I climb hills with bloodied hands, my soul barefoot and filled with a fierce desire to rise again.
Every step is a battle against despair, every breath a silent cry of resistance.

Finally, I awaken from my unrest.
Was it a dream or reality?
I am still not fully myself, lost among the echoes of a nightmare that refuses to fade.