A Poem by Anna von Österreich

I left my jacket at home.
It's cold out here and the
sky has gone dark. 
There's something following-
in the underbrush, the trees.
There's something out there-
calling my name, sounding like you.
There's something dead in me-
weighing me into mud, into shadow.

I left my gun at home.
It's cold and I can't remember
the way back.
There's something watching-
from the thistles, from hills.
There's something coming for me-
wailing like wolves, like demons.
There's something empty in me-
crumbling into itself, into a cavern.

take me home.

© 2020 Anna von Österreich

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Anna von Österreich

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Here in Michigan. The Wendigo lived in the Native American tale. The Wendigo, once human, after a bad Winter. Ate their own and became the devils of the forest. Ojibwa tale, only children can kill a Wendigo. Need a clear mind and heart. Only children have. Outstanding use of words dear Anna.

Posted 3 Months Ago

Wow! I had to stop reading and turn the light on and it's two PM!. Really enjoyed.

Posted 3 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Now, when alone and far from the one who could save, the one who always saved, we face aloneness, not peaceful solitude, fearful aloneness. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 3 Months Ago

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Added on December 30, 2020
Last Updated on December 30, 2020
Tags: wendigo, supernatural, father, dad, ghost, forest, lost