The Woman in Yellow

Who are we really? Just figments of ourselves chasing after one another?

Let me in, let me breathe
The woman in yellow is calling me
Her voice is a melody, an ethereal haze
I close my eyes, I feel her gaze
With bright green eyes and soft brown hair
I’m tempted to enter her secret lair
A yellow paradise abundant with trees
“Come on, my child, follow me!”
I take her hand up the stairs
Her skin is gone, bones without hair
She giggles and laughs, I smile in glee
I open my eyes, hoping to see
A paradise filled with green and yellow leaves
Yet her voice and eyes deceived me
What lies ahead is a road of decay
Rotting brown flesh, burning hell rays
She laughs and laughs, yellow fading away
Revealing a blackened corpse, fresh with dismay
Wallowing in hell, her laughs turn to cries
I turn around to move, her hand in mine
Her grasp tightens, the bones crunching inside
My weakened hands are burnt in the fire
I scream and I fight, a show of release
I’m dragged and thrashed through eternal misery
My screams on display for all to see
The crowd smiles and shouts, faces of glee
I’m burning again, breathing through pain
The woman in yellow, far from sane
Cackles and cackles, coughing up blood
As she takes my hand
And runs me through the paradise above

Reviews

[Curtis.Lenker]

This poem is very powerful. Sounds like such lovely dream. This poem came form a darkened place. I know this place well and have made it my home. Great work

[John the Baptist]

This one has to have originated from a nightmare. A chilling piece, it sounds like a descent into madness.