An eerie presence ways down my chest
As I make my way through the dreaded darkness.
The dead trees return, though more of in pairs.
Each one crawling and creeping, bleak and bare.
Dirt carpets the ground, dead grass stands.
The darkness and silence remains, plaguing the land.
Fallen trees and scatters of wood,
Each one lying about, far from where they once stood.
I climb along one, my feet following in a straight line,
Naturally guiding me to where I pine.
I look forward and push my feet to a complete stop,
Breaking me from my trance, before I could drop.
I look long over the edge, gazing over where the tree ends,
For the fallen tree stops where a gorge begins.
As I rub my sore neck and stare with emotionless eyes into the abyss,
I look deeper and deeper, trying to find something in the darkness.
The presence disperses, familiarity spurring instead.
I ignore this quick change, following what's said in my head,
Telling me to step back, but I'd rather step forward.
It screams louder yet, so I step back and speak no word.
I step off the log, back onto the hard ground,
Continuing my journey, daring not to turn around.
My gaze remains steady, peering straight.
Though I can't help but wonder of worry for my own fate.
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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...
