One Last Time

It is dark
as i
reminisce back,
into
the entangling
forest
i not long ago
finally
left behind,

but i need to
go back
into that
dense
foggy
marred
past,

to retrieve
parts of me,
that somehow
got lost,
amongst those
hungry
selfish thorns,
masquerading
as icons
of sweet
fragrant blooms,

aah… the eyes,
can be
such a delusional
player
at times,
and the heart,
a juvenile believer
in the paradigm –
that all
that there is,
is always good,

but i am used
to the dark
for i own it now,
and i no longer
heed
the apparent
temptations,
that sprout
through the eyes
or through
the heart,

i seek back
purposefully,
everything
of me,
that i seem
to have
so over generously,
and
often carelessly,
left behind,

i gather honey
like a bee
on a mission,
to refill
my cup
as it should
always have been,
i visit that forest
one last time,
before
i bid thee,
my forever
goodbye.

© vidursahdev 2020