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The Walk
As I walk through the misty rain drenched woods I hear the whispers of my ancestors drifting through the trees I have past here time and again, physically and mentally The ghosts of deer and many rabbits and squirrels are here Heavily worn deer trails have been my steady path The bases of many old trees have supported me lost in thought The sound of raindrops pattering the wide leaves my tune The flicker of winged creatures and the barks of squirrels echo The sound of running water as I lay to drink from a stream The hiss of a disturbed rattler and the chill of fear in my bones The sound of hassling and soft footsteps of my best friend We have shared these woods on strolls and jogs many a times Often I have entered this path a very troubled young woman But, after some time and thought, my troubles soon melt away I will always remember these fine walks in my dreams The smell of the damp Earth, insects, and the haunting quiet I lie beneath the ground very near my old walking path I don’t know the name of the man who buried me in this place He must have watched me frequently before he made his move Dragging me through the woods, raping, killing, then hiding me I have felt his presence nearby repeatedly over the years Paying me little visits from time to time, ensuring I’m still safe I have haunteded these paths for many years, just another lonely ghost Until he releases me, I shall walk these paths and dream of me
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