Weighted words whispering slyly,
Constantly prickling your psyche’s core.
Memories and worries trickling through
Like locusts burrowing in your thoughts.
Down deserted paths under dark canopies
Of weather-worn tangled boughs
Wander withering self-identities
Wishing to have been realized.
In ragged grown thickets deep
Between the spires of ancient trees
It sings its honied lament
Like woven shadows through the leaves.
Caught within their passive torment
The shadows of former selves hear
And like a drought of sweet relief
Their worrying whispers disappear.
Soft dulcet tones swaying
Like a breeze offering retreat,
Enticed into enchantment
The wandering mind further sinks.
Awake and unaware,
Walking steadily through a dream
Down deeper in the thickets
Where it salivates and sings.
Weightless words whisper softly
Lulling you into sleep.
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