Herman Sequira

Undead - Poem by Herman Sequira

The forest path was growing dim
As dusk's descent came much too fast
And I imagined creatures grim,
But they were merely shadows cast.

I heard a sound; a mournful sigh
From somewhere there amongst the trees.
My calling out drew no reply;
I told myself, 'twas just the breeze.

Again...again, it caught my ear,
But then I felt perhaps the night
Was preying on my deepest fear
And urging me to sudden flight.

I thought, 'No darker place exists
Than in the caverns of my mind,
Where wild imagining persists
Of ghosts and goblins unconfined.'

I thus convinced myself that I
Had naught to dread in this dark wood,
And wandered onward, when a cry
Of terror froze me where I stood.

The voice that screamed, it was my own,
For I could tell what lay ahead.
A horror heretofore unknown;
To know I live, though I am dead.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, June 24, 2005

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