The Forest - Poem
Surrounded by silence.
This screaming quiet,
Ached her ears till they bled.
Chained thoughts of happiness,
Pull hard on the throat, choking.
Warmth of the dripping blood
Comforted random thoughts of a sunrise.
Decorated in feathers of the evil,
A slave to the prince of darkness.
Crawling through the darkness
On the ground sprinkled casually with broken glass.
The howling cry of the dead
Reel me in faster to the candle.
Why do they stand?
Stand silent in the shadows.
With no regrets,
I rhyme my last breath with the searing pain
Absolutely lovely read for me, thank you for sharing your poetry, it is very beautiful. 💚