COLD FEAR

 

 

How did I come to be here?

Cold wraps around me in fear.

No matter how far I walk,

I can hear them move and talk.

Muttering curses on me

with faces, I cannot see.

They surround me on each side.

There’s nowhere for me to hide.

I must get out of here soon.

Before the next full moon.

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WINTER BLUES

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The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

I can’t find my way out of here.

I had thought the town was so near.

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.

My friends have to come back for me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

THE SEARCH

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THE SEARCH

In the quiet summer night,

Light shining from a great height,

A search until morning light.

We hold firm with all our might

That we find what we’re searching for,

Before the night ends, shuts the door.

We need to find her before it’s too late.

We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.

A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.

It must be her alone in the park.

The light shines on her pretty face.

She sees us and picks up her pace.

She is crying and laughing at the same time,

A perfect ending to this story of mine.

DARK WOODS

 

 

The wind whispers, ” Hello,”

to whom I don’t know.

I quicken my pace

to get out of this place.

Under the trees, I run

to a place in the sun.

I was at the beach,

within close reach.

But now I race in fear

that I’ll be found here.

“Take me out of here,”

I run fast in fear.

FACE THE DEVIL

 

 

I walk in the dark woods.

Soft cries fill my ears.

The same cries of my nightmares.

I know what waits for me in the forest.

Goosebumps riddle my chilled flesh.

The evil one calls to me.

My heart beats to his drum.

He wants me to join him.

He plays for keeps.

I will go now

and face the devil.

 

THE DEAD GAME

THE GREEN

 

The green hides inside

With unspoken pride.

It comes at night,

Growing in might.

A fine mist falls first

As trees drink from thirst.

They swallow the green whole

By forming a deep hole.

As the fairies alight on leaves,

I need out of here, pretty please.

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

Feel the wind in your hair.

Raise your arms in the air.

Sway in the dark.

Alone in the park.

Dance in the night.

It will give you light.

Dance with the moon.

The sun will rise soon.

Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.

Mother nature is your friend.