Misty Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

In the woods a dark mist covers all.
Chilling to the bone.
It seeps into my skin like water and makes my teeth chatter.
I can’t get warm.
I can’t call out for help.
So I lie to myself.
And I lie beneath the canopy of gray.
Trees loom everywhere.
Dark green, black, and mysterious.
Not knowing what lurks behind them I wait for my fate to be sealed.
No one is coming to rescue me.
No one is thinking about me.
The left me behind in the pursuit of something different.
And surely anyone else will do the same.
Unless I keep them all away.
At a safe distance so that I am like a mirage.
You think you see me but I disappear as you try and get closer.
Moving along in my caravan of secrets.
I keep you all at a distance.
I can see you.
Feel you.
Hear you.
Smell you.
But to you…I am merely the mist.
You won’t try harder to find me.
The distance is fine.
Why be troubled with it?
Sigh.
You see nothing.
I see it all.
But maybe I see nothing as well.
Seeing as how the mist covers and distorts.
By now I’m bleeding.
My lips dripping dark red, crimson blood down my chin onto the ground.
Where a process will begin.
My teeth bite into the soft flesh to keep from shuddering.
So cold.
So.
Cold….
If this is death it isn’t coming quickly.
I can feel the blood in my veins slow.
My heartbeat slowing as well.
At times I think maybe it is erratic,
Until I realize it is just the “silence” of the woods
Cluttering everything I see
Making me mad.
Waiting to swallow my cold, hard body whole…
With a shuddering gasp I release what needs to be released.
The blood flowing from my wound stops fro a second as a single teardropp intermingles
Before I leave the world of men
I almost think I hear someone call my name.
With a relieving sigh I give up hope
No one is coming for me
Then, my body lies and the mist becomes heavier.
Shielding it from any preying eyes.
Any light in the forest is blotted out.
The stars shut off.
The moon in concealed by clouds.
And nothing can be heard.