The deep woods beckoning me to wander,
Draw me into the dark depths, to blindly blunder,
Into the rippling, billowing shadow falling under,
So I stare, enthralled and rapt with misty wonder,
The silence singing in my ears, a deafening thunder,
When sudden claws tears my rapture asunder,
Catching hold of my thoughts in horror,
Leaving me to hang here, caught and conquered,
How much longer will I be left to ponder,
In the deep woods beckoning me to wonder?
Discarded Recollections 
I love this! The contrast between the peace and horror. A full circle, beginning and the end; a mirror reflected.
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Thank you for the kind comment! I was drawn to the cyclical poetry I was seeing recently and thought I’d try my hand at something whimsically terrifying.
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