The Forest
Walking through a forest at night.  
The darkness blinds you, 
and you can’t see your footing as you take each step.  
You can feel some of the path as you move along, 
because you’ve taken it before, and you know each turn, 
and you know where it leads.  
Never-the-less, it’s night, 
and terror is bound to consume you.  
Each shadow of a tree in the darkness 
has the potential to be a monster, 
and every sound you hear 
might be your worst nightmare, 
waiting for you in the dark.
But even as you walk confidence touches you,
because an idea has been planted in your mind.
You would fancy to walk in the forest in the dark of the night
than down the hall at school in the light of the day.
Down a hall where you can see ever step you take,
but you don’t know you’re way.
You’ve traveled it before, and you know each turn,
and you know where it leads.
Never-the-less, it’s full of people,
and terror does consume you.
Each face of a person has more than enough potential
to be a vicious, destructive, terrifying monster,
and every whisper you hear might be your worst nightmare
waiting for you down the hall.
Walking through a forest at night, you sigh
because you are wishing the path will never end.
You favour the darkness of the forest to the light of the day.