The path overgrown
with shrubs & trees
annoyed at our
human intrusion
thick thickets hamper our every move
unable to move any further
we: stop.
go: back.
go: round
in circles!
Even the light fails us
eaten up by the almost canibalistic vegatation
that looks like it might also eat us.
A tree becomes a werewolf
and becomes a tree again
but stains our mind with
doubt and disbelief.
Fear creeping around
in our minds.
Darkness quickly
engulfs us.
Darkness threaded
from tree to tree
like a terrible grotesque tapestry
we also might get stitched into for
ever & ever
screaming silently
we cling to
each other
like children trapped
inside your typical traditional fairy tale
our path lost
crossed with branches
that reach out and grab us
straying into the unknown
of the forest of our subconscious
until all is fear and shadow
shadow & fear
the vegative darkness
licking its lips
smiling at our human tears
the moon laughs like a lunatic.
Later in our garish hotel
the informative tourist guide tells
...speaks only
of its beauty
(a loessic ravine)
all we remember
is our horror
as if we had been spliced into
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Part 3 in 3-D!
And how our screams
and every horror movie we'd ever seen
ran before us.
And how today(of all days)
by quirky coincidence was
Friday the 13th.
And of how we escaped
from the nightmare
back into being
two terrified tourists
tumbling into the relative safety
of our nearby parked car.
And how now all we had to look out for were
any passing zombies
and the right road back from Hell
to our seedy cheap(no frills)
sinister hotel!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem