The forest of stick giants stop as I follow ahead.
A stream of dark waters lying across the ground takes place instead.
I approach it without hesitation, looking once more into the edge,
The outer coating and shallow water rugged heavily in shedge.
Hazed and faded memories begin to come to my mind,
As I peer in closely, eager to know what I will find.
"Have I not been here before? Was this not the other?",
My thoughts drift from question to question, but instead heave as a bother.
"Probably not, this river is new. No bridge does it wear.",
I think to myself as I find the space above it bare.
"But how to get over this river of woe?"
I voice in my head, no answer seeming to show.
"Could this be the way? To follow a river side?"
I seem to agree and once more begin my stride.
Following along the path on the shore,
I wonder to where it'll take me once more.
I look ahead blankly as two young faded children come to view,
Each smiling and laughing, no worries of curfew.
Though marked and scarred, clothed in rags,
They follow each other, playing their game of tag.
But soon they fade out as I walk onwards and on,
Their presence I now discover is gone.
But forward I go, fiddling my coat and finger,
However, I feel their dark, black eyes still linger.
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Quiet Us
Mystery / ThrillerA list of lines that line with lists of clues to find to solve the gist. This is a story I wrote, made out of poems. The story itself is truly a mystery, and I ask you to go along with the main character as you discover his backstory, the adventure...
