I went in to the forest
The Black hill, we called it
To parole through the young bushes
Along the low water and moss cushions
Where the beech, oak and hornbeam met
All connected by a spiders net
And I walked with uncareful stride
My mind being unable to guide
As I pondered with a smiling grin
"It could be only him"
And so I walked with my confused feet
Unlike the squirrel with her forelimb
The calling forest luscious, dark and deep
The sight, it all reminded me of him
The flight of the plump bumblebee
That lands on a pure daffodil
As the crickets below yell in glee
It could be only him
The butterflies that soar up high
In a whirlwind of colors and shapes benign
Like aria spirals through the air they swim
It could only be him
The peace and grazing of deers
That cut better than the sharpest sheers
As the eagle above glides on a whim
It could be only him
The critters that crawl forever like one
The mouse and viper that slither and run
On the grassy field’s edge and rim
It could be only him
The leaves parachuting from up above
In the dye of an early dawn
The nightingale singing its holy hymn
It could be only him
The endless columns of obelisks
Of surfaces rough and roots brisk
Of canopies wide and limbs slim
It could be only him
The gawking of grey crows
And the chirping of white doves
The sky painted in an aqua dim
It could be only him
Then lighting strikes the upward sea
In his sinister voices it talks to me
The blue heaven had turned to hell
Where angels roamed now daemons dwell
A bright flash set the horizon ablaze
The forest shrieks in fear as I gaze
At the waterfalls that pour from the empty sky
Landing violently in my tearful eye
The wind howls with the hungry wolves
The deers run chase as terror looms
The white doves and grey crows in fear unite
The eagles no more through the air glide
The nightingale is silent and sings no score
Now black ravens roar "Nevermore! Nevermore Nevermore!
So I run home to cover
I run from the fears he brings
Through mud I gallop jump and slide
As safety and warmth I try to find
I quickly returned home
I laid wet on the cold room floor
I could only damply stare at
The white blank bedroom wall
And I thought, now empty of grin
"It could be only him"
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Author:
Akul (
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- Published: November 12th, 2022 07:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's poem Alone. About my fist love.
- Category: Unclassified
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