I was outdoors
The air was cold and clear
I was walking in a mountain path
And I was passing by
Wind-twisted trees
Above me
The sky was dark
But I was not worried
About getting lost
I knew the way home
You always know these things
When you are dreaming
My heart beating with excitement
But not with fear
I reached a lake in the woods
Above the stars shone
They seamed so near
I felt I could touch them
Above the trees
A yellow full moon shone
Behind me I head something
I heard CRACK
I turned
And saw something disappear
What was it?
Was it a cat?
I continued walking
I saw tow yellow eyes
Gleaming in the bushes
What was it?
Was it a coyote?
I peeked behind the bushes
Whatever was there
Turned into wind
A thin, lost sound
The breeze turned into wind
On the wind I heard
Faint but clear
A voice saying
“You are going to die”
Suddenly I was afraid
I started to run
And as I ran
I could hear
Something running
Behind me
I was afraid to look back
The path suddenly ended
At the edge of a cliff
I wobbled at the edge
And cached a glimpse
Of rocks and water
Far below
I turned back and looked
I had to see what was chasing me
There was nothing there
And then I fell
wow, neat concept. this could be metaphorically about so many things. I do understand on my own level. so different, your writing. I like it very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, you fell, and so did I! Lols :) An excellent description of a nightmare, thanks for taking us along. Well done.