Screams from a forest
About to devour a small child
Reaching, grasping for air
She’s never able to obtain.
Grieving a small part of me
A lifetime quickly passes by
As I drive past that forest
Where I let her die.
Scenes play out in my mind
Reminders of all I lost in a fight,
That was never mine.
Hearing nothing from those meant to protect me
I carry on with a life
Where the secret of the forest
Nearly devours me.
Josephine Ranes 
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