Night lurks
I see a man go inside
I shouldn't go into the woods tonight
What lures me into woods
was a bright light
I'm not dying
I'm not dying
I'm not dying here!
I'm too young
Looking up to the small twinkling little stars
Twinkle stars show me with their tears
Why are they crying?
I think to myself as my weakest joins began to give in.
I was caught by a man covered in carving on his arms
Something about him soothed me,
I fell asleep, dreading. I knew I wouldn't wake up
"You wake up don't worry." he chuckles
I heard fire burning - the crispt fire going, crack crack - the sweet smell of fire teased my nose
How much I wanted to see the fire dance
My eyes won't open.
"Live Life Hard" he blurted out
So fast - my eyes woken.
I looked at him shocked, so stunned.
"Life life hard, ya' here?"
He walks to the camp fire making the fire dance more.
Day 21 of 'Remembering Mitch'
YOU ARE READING
~ Remembering Mitch ~ Year 2013
PoetryAll through November I will post poems. 'Remembering Mitch' is based on his legacy. He is NOT dead. He is still very alive in our hearts and souls he will stay there. Remember him cause he sees you from above. Join me as I write his legacy -I post...
