FOREST DEMON

If he’s warped, then so am I. I feel his madness deep within my cold heart.

He screams, thinking no one hears him, no one can help him, but I hear him.

Over and over again, the same awful screech, the same complaint.

Can you hear him? Why do you ignore his pain. Please help him.

 

Reason is beyond a blind eye, it should capture the soul and emit…

goodness.

It should straighten out those jagged thoughts, that constantly turn into…

screams.

It should… demand the right to be heard, for the meek sounds of the night get lost in faint echoes.

Wind, rain, snow, fire and ice.

Are some of the demons entrapping forest life.

But a trap is man’s device.