The Forest of Grief

The forest of grief: At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window. Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. “What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?” No vegetation, growth, or life exist. Only the suffering from distant pasts. Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants. “Do they know death? Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries? I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break.” There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.