The Broken Forest

Just a poem I wrote then entered into a nation wide contest.

I tremble through the broken, burned forest around me,

I hear it whispering to me,

shhh,

Promising all the dreams I’ve had would not come alive.

Burying me alive while the trees shiver in fear.

Watching me suffer from the Ruins of my own mind as it haunts me.

The crisp air howls in horror as it breaks its promise.

The shards rip through me, with no regrets.

Bringing agonizing pain and sorrow.

The trees chatter as if in fear that the demons from my dreams,

Are lurking behind them.

They yank and pull at my clothes, begging me to surrender,

But I tremble on as the trees keep whispering to me,

And the light finally comes.

Reviews

[Chase Weik]

This was beautiful Amy! Loved how this sounded and how well it flowed! Keep it up, loved it!!

[Carl Drake Barnard]

So Touching!!!! Ncwaaa,I love it such a good master piece Amy!!! My heart touches yours for a second,keep writing like this please!!