The leaves whisper their unknown language to each other
As I lie in bed, eyes closed, fists clenched.
The crickets sing their happy summertime song
I listen, alone and on edge
The moon reflects the sun’s yellow light from its silver surface
As I pinch my eyes tighter, bite down hard on my lower lip
The highschool marching band lifts their notes heavenward
And they dance the long distance along the waves and into my window
I wrap the pillow around my head to block out the sound
In the darkness behind my eyes
In the tightness of my fists
In the quiet of my room
I can’t escape my mind
I can’t escape the woman inside
She is hollow, numb, lifeless
She holds no mercy, sings no songs
She lights no torch nor whispers in the dark
She has no fear, she feels no pain
She is ruthless
The lion shreds its prey, limb is twisted, bone is splintered
The lion cares not that the fawn’s mother watches from the tree line
It cares not that the fawn is still crying out, still thinking it can be rescued
It only wants to feast
To bury its teeth in the soft flesh of its downed prey
To feel the warm blood swirl along its coarse tongue and down its thirsty throat
The trees have stilled their ancient tongues
The crickets song has ceased
The silvery moon has disappeared
The marching band has faded
I am nothing and no one.
This is the first of a series I am going to be doing. It may only be one more poem or it may be a couple, but I would love feedback if you’re willing to offer it.
I want to develop my poetry more as a side project during some downtime or when I need to free up my mind for ideas for my novel. Please feel free to comment and let me know what I need to work on.