A child I would save
From it's father's cave
Dark and blue and lighting through
Red and dead is what became
Time move on and on and on
Life slows down despite right and wrong
Knock on the door's what time will bore
Open the light where comes my fright
Walk through the room bathed in blue
Couch here and there though calm beware
Time forgotten though child not yet
Enter kitten though soon submitten
One I've known despite what's shown
Behind my eyes dreams I despise
Crazy, lazy, though strong, setting hazy
Soon to save in call through maze
911 may never come
Reaches us before we can run
Shutting the door I may save one more
Stuck without bore he gets there before
I see it in my eyes deception in hope's disguise
A man with a knife running as I try to thrive
A child to save mild in a cave
Now silent I couldn't save
A child in his grave
A kitten I try to leave
But dreams they do deceive
Also silent I can't believe
Two bodies with which I must leave
Tears are to fall as I crawl
Two which I fail to save through it all
Holding one as once it had lived
The knife comes near and as goes the saying
"For the pain," under my ribs
Sensation spreads sharp and I spin
It hurts but all I think is I can't breath
Now awake in bed, so I'm up early
Walk around silent, through the day
I can't help but think, would I have ever truly escaped
Or was death the only way?
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
