Carl Phillips - Soundtrack for a Frame of Winter

Theres a forest that stands at the exact center of sorrow.
Regrets find no shelter there.
The trees, when they sway,
sway like the manes of horses when a storms not far.
Theres no reason to stay there,
nothing worth going to see,
but if you want to you can pass through the forest
in the better part of a long day.
Who would want to, though?

To have entered the forest changes nothing about sorrow.
Its a forest. Not oblivion. Not erasure.
Some have entered it in the name of distraction,
if only briefly,...