Heartbreak ForestA Poem by Speckled QuilA poem of a romantic walk morphing into a nightmare. The dramatic evolution of this piece turns the mood of the poetry. Spelling errors may be present.Don't remember how we started this walk, Nor the horizon, purple and orange, sun set half way. Bare footed along our stroll through the moor, Watching a moon rise to end our day.
And winds blew, carrying grains of rock, You and I, We ran, and ran, from the blistering sand, you holding my hand, And you led me in a forest and wouldn't let me die.
I was brave, you said No tears trickled from my cheek. A heavey mist swallowed the forest, Light rays a millimeter sleak.
You guided us down the trail, Heavily coated in pine needles and leaves. Splinters in the soles of our feet. The succumbing dark forest night, successes gloating heaves.
Safe, we rested beneath a tree. A nightful of dim stars howls. Flustering and hooting over head Was a flock of speckled owls.
Your arms bound me to your warm chest, Telling me you love me. And you'll protect me this villainous night And 'slong's this adventured be.
Pausing to an overheating sun, I glance at you, your eyes puffs and swells, But your loving bear arms cradled my neck, And a kiss on your lip fells.
Carried me, you did 'Though we both exhausted to hell. You carried me down the little road, Neither of us feeling well.
I can feel your hardships, I can feel your pain. I can feel the splaat as you step in mud, Together we drown in this rain.
Splish, splash, pitter, patter, And suddenly you hesitate You point a long finger foward, My reaction you await.
I looked tiwards your pointwards I saw then what you meant, Two roads diverged through our forest path, Different ways they went.
I hop off your gentle arms And tugged for you to go my way, But you didn't have to yank And dragged me away.
I hollered you to stop And screamed for you to listen, You paused then, with furrowed brows And eyes with an angered glisten.
You roared back at me Then I at you. I punched you 'til you bled, And you knocked me into the goo.
I stood up and marched away, My hair oozed with mud. You continued to stroll down your own alley Face still wet with running blood.
I stopped, You froze, Thunder and lightning clashed And locked me shivers in this pose.
Here I stood And I felt you turn. You stared at me an apology, But I would not return.
My rage still burning in my heart, Forgiveness disinegrates into ashes. I kept running and didn't stop, The other way I dashes.
I felt stupid I felt sad, At my idiocy I was mad.
Tears, a waterfall, Busy waters cascading, Stomping along my own isle, Myself I was hating.
Is it too late to turn back? Is it too late to forgive? On my life must live.
So I continued down my passage, Guilt anchored down my heart, The two roads diverged for us to choose, Together or apart.
Nature split our futures This weather was an omen. Flashes of lightning lit the dead night, I didn't give up for I was strong, I was a warrior women.
Tripping and stumbling Over the thick legs of every tree. Continued with both ankles twisted And poison thorns eating my knee.
The venom knocked me down. Under a tree I wept. A fever bloating in my head Until I finally slept.
Waking to a morning Where no sun did ever rise. Clouds never so jolly roll in, Skies a grey I despise.
I crawled towards my destination anonymous, Legs unable to walk, Mouth drier than a desert Able not to talk.
Crossing over barriers Fighting for the liited food, Headstrong, dogged, stubborn, fierce, Determination ruled my mood.
Out of a slight space Between an army of scattered trees I met against a familiar light And the gentlist breeze.
Nothing made me scurry, Nothing drove in my fear. Only a bitter loneness, 'Cause I've lost you, my dear.
I've escaped the doomed woods Completing the rigid maze, Home, I headed alone, Bitterness still trapped beyond my gaze.
© 2010 Speckled QuilAuthor's Note
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