I realize that I am being shook
by my shoulders.
"Wha-"
I stutter,
Opening my eyes,
And blinking the tears away.
I look up at
the stranger.
and he
is looking me straight in the eyes.
He releases me from his hold.
As I stumble back a step.
Because I recognize him.
What the Hell?
Is this an illusion?
Or am I, a ghost,
Being haunted?
Can the dead go
Insane?
Is that possible?
Because, I was sure
That he was alive.
Could this be my redemption?
Could he be my dead salvation?
The boy-almost-a-man
Standing in front of me
Looking down at me,
While we both float
Inches off the ground.
I don't want this to be real.
But I need it to be real.
If this is real,
Where did reality escape to?
Where am I really?
Because after my father
Died
In the fire that almost killed me,
This place, where I stand,
Surrounded by trees and deathly light
Was burned to ash and dust.
"I...don't...understand..."
I whisper
To the empty air
Stepping away and
Closing my eyes.
"Don't do this to me."
I'm crying again.
"Please don't do this to me."
I'm begging now.
I don't want to be here.
I don't want to be in this
Dead Forest
Where so many of my family
Were lost.
I don't want to be lost.
I don't want to be dead.
I want to wake up
And be alive again.
"Don't let this be real."
I am begging
This strange remnant
Of a boy I used to love.
And then,
He says something,
That ruins me.
That kills me,
Though I'm already long gone.
"Welcome to
The Forest of the Dead."
