For so many times
I have wandered in the night. In
A forest so deep, so isolated. No
Chirping of the birds; no rustling
Of the leaves in the wind.
Soundless.
Dead silence, everywhere.
So silent that my ears buzz.
I run, my footsteps pounding
On the soft dirt. The leaves
Crack under my feet as
I trample over them.
I holler, calling for help, but
Only the echoes ring in answer.
Darkness.
Pitch black, in every corner.
So black, so eerie.
I strain my eyes to make out shapes,
But I am as good as blind.
I step forward, but I quickly retreat,
Afraid of the dangers that await,
Hidden, ready to pounce.
Ice cold.
The wind makes me shiver,
Freezing my blood right in the veins,
From head to toe.
I'm so stiff, so frozen as an icicle.
Every inch of my brain is stuck,
Unable to think. And oh! My heart, it
Has turned to ice. Unfeeling, numb
To the kindness of the world. It
Knows not how to feel sympathy,
Only hatred.
For so many times
I found myself trapped in the forest.
For so many times
I yelled and screamed and
Dropped to my knees, begging for help.
Yet, for so many times,
You have chosen to remain
Blissfully ignorant.
And so, for the final time,
I find myself sucked into the forest,
Never to come out again.
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Those Days
PuisiInnocence is bliss. I used to wish I'd grow up sooner. I thought growing up was all about getting taller and having more freedom. Just a few years ago, the only problems I had to worry about were bad grades and broken friendship. Even though I thoug...
