Into the Woods

This is a short poem that is based off my full-length jazz album released in Sept 2018 (viveynne.bandcamp.com). It details the journey of a person who gets tempted to go somewhere dangerous.

INTO THE WOODS ~ 2019/09/29

When once I could not think too clearly, cursed with constant & aimless weary,
I paint my face within a city in which I play a meager role.
Into the woods I went lamenting and found a prospect rather tempting;
I paint my face. My eyes, they see the Lotus, a new goal.

I confess, my quest's intent is not best.
My hands drew forth like I did suddenly forget
each parable that my mother had whispered while it rained

So then, like Eve, I bit the flower.
The euphoric rush brought too much power.
I felt the pleasure turn to pressure and then to unrelenting pain.

"How will I leave this place unhanded whilst I am sedentarily stranded? How am I to tell a foe from those who'd truly lead the way at night?

The sun sets, despite cries for graces
I forget my family's loving faces
I forget each name of all Earth's places
I lose my self-essential traces.

I wander aimlessly into the deeper woods.

Author's Note

Did I make up the word sedentarily or is this already a word? Ha-ha. It just fit so well, I don't know!

Reviews

[Paul]

Yes. I get this! Ya get to the point of being in the woods when everything else fades away, as what's in front of you becomes like home, in a way. That's the way I kind of see being out in the woods.

[The Lazy Layman]

Certainly! It's surreal and isolating; thanks for the comment!