
Out in the woods
Is a place that exists
It's humid and dark
As I walk through the mist
I see shadows and strange lights
Dead tree limbs around
In this secret place that is
Void of all sound
So quiet and peaceful
And eerily pleasant
You would never know
That these creatures are present
They slither and crawl
Under broken down shacks
Melting away like
Such fluid wax
The silence is broken
By a raven's call
She seems to be
Sending a warning to all
Watch out!
Is the message
She cries in the trees
I hear her and suddenly
I know I should freeze
I can not see it or hear it
But I feel it begin
To overwhelm me
From somewhere within
Just then I awaken
And I know where I've been
It's a place that I've visited now and again
The name of that place
Suddenly becomes clear
The name of that place
Is MY WORST FEAR
-------cindy tevis
Great poem! You have captured the essence of FEAR!
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