Where am I?

Where am I?

Where am I?

All I can smell is dirt, everywhere.

I need help, I search for my voice over and over again, but can't seem to get ahold of it.

Can anyone see me from here?

Where am I?

Its so dark and I can't see a light anywhere.

I look up and I see darkness, OH! The sky!

Why is it so black? Shouldnt it be blue?

Whats going on, and Where am I?

Someone please come find me, I need you desperately right now.

I hear a bird, I look up for the second time this night, up at that ugly black blanket, called the sky.

When I look up I see a red-shouldered hawk.

I finaly find my voice and I scream, louder than I have before.

I look around at the trees, they aren't green and living, like they should.

They are dead, and I think I might be like them very soon & quickly.

Dead...and not living.

The trees are covered in spiders and I see a mexican redknee tarantula.

I know for sure im going to die, I'm getting ready for the nightmare.

 

Reviews

[jennifer little]

wonderful work on this i loved it and i liked the part around the ending dead and not living the trees are coverd in spiders and i see mexican redkee tarantula . i kno for sur im going to die im getting ready for the nightmare i enjoyed reading this lovely poem

[PJ]

I do have to admit this is my favorite, only because it sounds scary. I also only wrote a poem like this because most people write about love, but there is also death. A thing you might want to know about me is that I like being different from people, crazy right?

[Zeek4]

Not a happy poem. Quite frightful imagery.