Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 412 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

The Maze - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

Day strolling the country upon a highway
My journey walk started at eight
Nature sounds were all about
It's slightly before mid break
The sun breached of the trees was at their tip
Took a cut through forest to hide
Supposedly a short path to save time
Feet sore from walking: I’m thirsty, and tired
The ideal was accepted by my mind
The woods graciously gave entrance unto
I ventured forward deeper into her eyes
Their lids immediately closed on me, once inside
The light sparkle had vanished from the trees
In minutes, after ingoing, I stood confounded
Alone in silence dejected from pride
Afraid of venturing further light drawing dimmer
The birds chirped, this is our neighborhood
Spider's web sealed about me all around
Teased by the forest animals and snickered at
Possibilities fading in the lowering sun
The animal noises were growing with night
I fall to my knees having lost all bearing
Surrendered to panic and outburst of rage
Peering into oncoming darkness in sheer horror
I stretched upwards my arms with tear gazing eyes
In full watch to the surrounding about
Frighten of becoming some creature lunch
I hear whispers in the dark
Fool alert: they murmured in anticipation
Dinner served at midnight

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The point of indifference. No longer under the standards norms but into unknown endeavors. All you have is summon forth. You are at war with the element. A lesson I learnt in an endeavor to take a short cut to a friend's house. An almost true story. I came out.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 19, 2013

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