the undergrowth is dense, intricately woven together
vines hang menacingly from the trees
creepers cling and twine themselves tightly around the trunks
branches like swords piercing your throats
barricading the entrance
obstructing the passage way

plough my way through the torns into a clearing
a huge body of water at my feet
unmoving, still, deep murky green
the thick foilage from the majestic trees block out all the sunlight
and its dark and cold

yet something about it seems vaguely familiar
and i realise
once upon a time,
this was my sanctuary.
my wide open field next to a lake with the sunshine smiling down on me.

its all gone now.
to desolation and neglect.
it died with me. with us