The trees seem dead,
their leaves all shed.
The feild seems small,
like it's ment for a doll.
The woods are in waiting,
for something no one is aticipating.
Th sky, t'is a dark black canvas.
Painted with a certain amount of carelesness.
The sun, it's as small as the north star.
The same sun seen near and far.
Waiting in the woods
is something that can't be good.
The small shack we sit in now,
has given a sacred vow.
What is it, we are waiting for?
I feel we must close the door.
But there are no windows here,
The open door is the only way to see what is near.
Something moves, catching my eye.
I feel we are about to die.
I look to you in a state of panic.
The look you give me then is classic.
You lips curve to a demonic smile.
All my worry wasn't worth while.
The look you give me now is insane,
I wish I was back, crying on my window pane.
You betrayed me, brought me here to die.
I won't even get to ask you why.
Then suddenly the wind lets out a howl.
And i see something start to prowl.
The face in the door way gives me goosebumps.
Then to the ground my body slumps.
You stand over me.
The face in the doorway mocks me.
I should never have trusted you.
What I am seeing is deja vu.
You walk away, and leave me here,
All alone with my fear.
I let out a moan.
My fear is the unknown.
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Wishing for Daylight (Poetry)
Poetry(((Previosly known as: 'Begging for Breath'))) My poetry book. I have been told that these are very emotional, so don't say I didn't warn you if you cry... I hope you find at least one poem on here that you relate to... I, obviously, can relate to...
