Post by bloodredtears on May 17, 2004 23:51:56 GMT -5
Babbling Brook
May 17, 2004
10:49 pm
Walking through the forest
you smell the grass,
crunching beneath your feet
and hear the babbling of the brook
which runs icy clear nearby.
woodland creatures gather in the glen
ears facing forward
noses lifted for sensing danger.
As the sun sinks lower in the sky
you realize you're deep in the brush.
high above the trees shadow your view
and the ground is unfamliar.
no footprints behind you
and the creatures are gone.
you listen, but hear nothing.
A shiver of fear snakes your spine
and you head towards the sun
hoping to find a way out before it's gone.
but the dark engulfs you.
you stop and collect yourself
fear must not rule.
nothing is chirping or stirring and the quiet
crashes on you like a piano
dropping from a high building.
You panic and run
feeling thousands of hands
grabbing at your clothes
knives gouging, slashing your flesh.
thick tar sticks to your shoes
dragging you down
keeping you from escape
you fall and feel the hands
grasping until blackness takes you
as pain explodes into fireworks in your head.
As you awaken with a start
you realize the bed isn't really
that far to fall from.
and it was all a dream
May 17, 2004
10:49 pm
Walking through the forest
you smell the grass,
crunching beneath your feet
and hear the babbling of the brook
which runs icy clear nearby.
woodland creatures gather in the glen
ears facing forward
noses lifted for sensing danger.
As the sun sinks lower in the sky
you realize you're deep in the brush.
high above the trees shadow your view
and the ground is unfamliar.
no footprints behind you
and the creatures are gone.
you listen, but hear nothing.
A shiver of fear snakes your spine
and you head towards the sun
hoping to find a way out before it's gone.
but the dark engulfs you.
you stop and collect yourself
fear must not rule.
nothing is chirping or stirring and the quiet
crashes on you like a piano
dropping from a high building.
You panic and run
feeling thousands of hands
grabbing at your clothes
knives gouging, slashing your flesh.
thick tar sticks to your shoes
dragging you down
keeping you from escape
you fall and feel the hands
grasping until blackness takes you
as pain explodes into fireworks in your head.
As you awaken with a start
you realize the bed isn't really
that far to fall from.
and it was all a dream