A lonely walk across an open
field , a cool breeze blows through
the tree's sounding as if somone
is whispering , a snap of a twig
you pause and look to see who is there.
Nothing its just the wind leaves
blow as branches move wildly as
the wind blows them , i low moan
is heard as you come to a path that
leads into the darkness of the woods.
You could go the long way which looks
safer and there are street lights? , or
you could save some time and take this
shortcut save about 15 minutes?
You decide the short cut and you walk
on to the path now as the wind blow more
and the the tree's creak and pop , and you
hear another twig snap as if somone stepped
on it , you quicken your pace just in case it isn't
As you approach the center of the woods
it gets ominously quiet as you hear no
wind ,moving branches or the near by traffic
on the road , it is like someone muted the world
and you can only hear your heart beat.
A lump gets caught in your throat as you
stand there listening , waiting , not sure what to
expect but something is out there you just know it.
you can scare yourself in some situations it dosnt
even have to be in the woods this poem is
to show when your scared you get that foreboding
feeling adn you notice all sorts of scary stuff.
myself though i dont get scared really i am
the guy that says *i wil be right back* because
i dont think the dark is something to fear of course
i am a bit dark my self so that could be why .
comments and sugestiions are welcomed
my my... what a theme... though i don't get it whole.. hmm...complicated to me.. im such a simpleton.. -.- nice descriptions man ^^ and the way the poem moves is nice ^^ :) i like it...
But don't seem to flow much to me... :/