The Woods

The woods so dense, So dark, so eerie. Tree trunks thicker, Than I remember.   Dampness hugs my throat,  And whispers cannot be heard. But the rustling sound of branches, I'll always recall, The dreary dense woods, I'll always remember.   The shadowy figures pop in and out, From behind tree trunks and limbs, I remember sliver-like images, They wait and watch, While dusk looms around me.   Friend or foe I do not know, Who is watching and who is hiding? When dawn starts to trickle in above, And darts through the tree trunks that surround me. I will escape outside these woods, To a safer place where I can be heard.   The woods so deep So dark, so eerie. Will I last till dawn? Or will the shadows devour me?     ©2015 by Lee Christine Brownlee