Shadows lurk
At every corner,
Demons wail
Through endless torture,
Creatures shriek
In hollow nights,
The Devil speaks
Its never-ending recite,
Deathly silence
Deafening all,
Becomes wildfire
Spreading through every knoll,
Trees scream
Calling your name
As the forest speaks
Branches suffocate,
Clawing your feet
Dragging you down and deep
Luring into eternal sleep
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Panic surged through my veins, as I was dragged back to reality. Frantically calling out for my best friend, I experienced one of my worst fears take form right before my eyes.
I was alone.
There was something about being alone that I hated. I mean, I love being all by myself. I like keeping myself company but I don't fancy it; I don't like feeling alone. This type of aloneness scared me. The type where I call out and the only reply I get is my own echo...
The world had everything had frozen. The forest was now dead and so was it's magic. Time floated through the dense, warm air. All sound was stuck between the air molecules and nothing dared to move.
My heart quickened its pace and so did my lungs. The welcoming aura of the forest was now gone. Trees crept closer and closer, suffocating me. The warm sunshine now felt like flame, only adding to the burning sensation of tears that threatened to fall. Wild shrubs came to life and clawed at the ends of my cuffed jeans.
I know this sounds exaggerated and all because it obviously still looked the same; it just didn't feel the same though...
Pushing myself forward, I seemed to have been shuffling around for ages. It wasn't until I heard some noises, that I became even more aware of my surroundings. It sounded like screams from children. Like spirits wailing. It sounded like it was coming from right behind me...
I spun around a bit too fast for my body's liking and ended up stumbling to regain balance. Once my vision focused I saw something that made me question reality.
Right before me was the park. The park that my subconscious led me to, the night before. Where the trees had been planted in a neat row along the sides of the grounds. The same park where the wind blew through my knotted and greasy hair. The same park where I heard noises and went towards them.
The same park where I met Paige...
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The Ember Garden
PoetryIt's the journey through life The quest of finding herself In which homes are left, people are met, mistakes are made and there's a whole lot of regret She's never let the pain get to her, well at least that's what people think. However, only her di...
