A poem about seasonal depression... sort of :] |
The dead cold is more than personified As a boy sits on his front porch Grotesque images fill his mind Staring at the forest. Eyes, a flickering torch… He focuses out by telling his self it's all in his mind He snaps back to reality when a noise is heard. He can't quite make out what this disturbance is More than a sound Less than a word… Thinking upon the matter, the boy's mind jumps around Out of the forest steps a women in a white satin gown "Come to me" she whispers, "Come lay down your head" "Come sleep with me boy" "Let us lie in my bed" The trees throw on wicked smiles, as their branches entwine. A perfect picture, the beauty of nature Wooden architecture, framed in vine. Only an arm and a leg stick out of the wooden half circle She slowly flutters her fingers, she flirtatiously raises her ankle "Pay attention now child!" the trees start to bark She crooks a lone finger, she disappears into the dark. The boy becomes euphoric, the boy charges the arc… Moonlight outlines his siren as he bursts into a clearing Her body now pulses, her limbs disappearing He rushes to catch her, but hands sink into decay Her face shows a carved smile as it slowly melts away The trees shriek with pleasure when a distant noise drones. An icy night wind rips through the forest, chilling his bones. The boy starts to run away, with hands turned into fists Clenching up muscles, raised veins visiting wrists Running blindly, the roar behind him growing loud He loses his footing, body attacking the ground Oh, what a wonderfully terrified facial expression The boys slow depression The winds swift aggression The darkness engulfs his scream A whisked laughter is heard in the distance Shadows surrounds his fallen body The look in his young eyes now glisten The trees merry howling now starts to grow grim A symphony of cackling laughter A dirge of cracking limbs It takes only seconds, and all light escapes The shadows grow smaller, in convulsing, screaming shapes And like a flame set to a picture beautifully drawn when the shadows cleared up He was gone.... |