Poems

Woods

Four friends in the woods so deep
Russeling of fallen leaves give sound to the things beyound the dark that creep.
Flickering of flashlights from batteries ran dead.
A long walk home.
Though so deep in the woods they weren't alone
Through mush and brush they made their way.
Sounds of the night absent from day.
In the woods tonight they hadn't begun to play.
An eerie silence kept them close.
From around the trees a gentle breeze blows.
The next day their parents wake to find them missing.
Over years and years to come, they would never find the four, who in the woods for lost before.
Young campers tell the story for fun.
But tucked away in their sleeping bags they hear echos of the children's screams to run.
On moon ful nights, upon the cliff a small group of souls gather, that the world forgot exist.
Their mournful cries, and painful histories in scary stories strive.
Here or there you may run into one of the kids.
But if they speak, for their parents, or your help they seek.
Give them your hand and walk them home.
Because being a dead kid wouldn't be so bad if not abandoned and alone