Still.
You stand before me.
Again.
Welcome,
I beg you stay not long.
.
Still.
The trees move slowly.
Surround.
You’re here,
Your departure so long gone.
.
Still.
The trees encroach me.
They bend.
They reach;
The branches hands of thorns.
Still.
.
You stand before me.
.
Still.
.
.
A smile?
Twisted, devil’s spawn
Stillness darkness torn
Torn asunder maw
.
Hell.
Trees fall around me.
You rise
You fall
You stayed here not for long…
Gone.
.
.
.
Still.
.
Gone.
.
.
.
This is part one of a set of poems. The other ones aren’t written yet, but they are needed to make sense of this,
haven’t written a poem in over a year – felt like something different…
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