Forrest

A poem by Di Anna Ishtar

In the deep, dark forest
where men refuse to tread,
there is a place beyond sorrow,
ever heavy with dread.

I guard it with my sharpness,
protect it with barbed wire.
Deep within the forest
sleeps soundly
my want
and my desire.

I laid it there so long ago
to save it from the pain
that ebbed and flowed around me
whenever lust
leaked out my name.