a cold chill
is in the air
the trees
still
afraid to move
child..
what have you
written about?
i hear
whispers
from the past
silently i see me
handing a paper
to the teacher
Dark Fear – A Challenge
she reads out
aloud..
starts to read
and forgets
to speak
the words out..
she reads
the last word
and silence
takes over
hands the paper
back..
calling out
as she leaves
please
put it
on the display
board
for everyone
to read
i see me
put the papers back
into the bag
confused..
but that was
only for you
teacher
i see me
slowly
leave the school
one last paper
remains behind
fluttering
to the ground
the words
scatter in the winds..
now the chill breeze
brings the page
back
to me..
…..
…..
and then
i shall find..
the dark layers
unfolding
in my mind..
and me
profusely
thanking nature..
for her way
is the best..
i admit
with pleasure..
for fear
has gone
beyond many bounds..
but is powerless
beyond
a certain limitation..
for..
death comes as the end
and fear
comes
to a halt..
everything to earth
that is sent..
comes to a just
and rightful end..
with not a tinge
of fault..
thanks to Nature
a marvellous creation
the words echo
in the voice
of a child..
helpless..
lips smile
form wades on…
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