Bad memories.

by Jenn   May 23, 2012


Starry skies, crescent moon high.
Fog rolls in thick, confusion sets on quick.
Finding my way through this dark..
Not liking this eerie part.
Don't know where to start...
Searching...

Dead trees, morphing into figures scaring me...
Running through a dense forest of bad memories...
Ensnared, jagged branches cutting every inch they find.
Long past, but up front and present in my mind...

What path brought me to this torment?
How do I escape this forest...
Of bad memories.

© 2012 Jennifer Nobles
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  • 13 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    Very sad. I feel the emotion of the persona here...great piece.
    5/5
    ~C

  • 13 years ago

    by Xanthe

    I love the assonance in the beginning, I just wish you've kept that til the end, but the subtle rhymes also worked.
    memory's and tree's are possessive nouns or short for memory is.. and tree is..
    so: memories and trees :)
    Other than that, this is a great read.
    The imagery is just raw and sad and vivid. Again, I love your use of punctuation.
    "Ensnared, jagged branches cutting every
    inch they find."---i love the use of 'ensnared' here. It gave this piece a haunting atmosphere.
    I love this. Keep writing!
    -X

  • 13 years ago

    by Marvellous

    The Past, is hunter of Present. Reconciliation, frees the prey.

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