The Forest Child

The Forest Child

Levitating above the ground taking in the sights and sounds around me.
Baiting all of these assholes to fear me and decide to flee.
Hating is not in my heart and soul, but my disdain of being surrounded by them, I want them to see.
Waiting for quality alone time is like waiting for the parting of the sea.
Frustrating as it is, it’s all worth it as at the end of it all, I feel free.
Dictating and controlling and actions of my followers is all I have now that brings me glee.
Debating is constant in my head; it’s often suffocating and drops me in agony to one knee.
Calculating and intelligent as I am, I still have to be mindful of not becoming too carefree.

Walking is good for the mind and body.
Blocking out negative thoughts is the main adjective in doing so, along with enjoying my coffee.
Talking about issues with my close friend during the walk either clears my mind or leaves it even more foggy.
Mocking he tends to do when he doesn’t agree with my statements and thinks I’m being too bossy.
Rocking and rattling his brain is what I want to do in these circumstances, since I’m not one who’s keen on sitting back to lobby.
Blocking and attempting to dodge my attacks he will, but will execute them much too sloppy.

For this walk, we have decided to walk up the driveway leading away from the house.
We sneak away from the large gathering of followers all talking outside so to not cause a rouse.
It’s much quieter the farther away we get from the large group of constantly moving mouths.
The chirping of birds and the sounds of nature go in and through my ear drums smooth.
It’s nice being out by nature and way from the crowd.
I don’t think they even realize they are being far too loud.

Nearing the end of the driveway, I stop in my tracks.
I grab my friend on the shoulder to stop his momentum convinced this journey is about to reach its climax.
Two eyes are staring at me from beneath a bush.
It just one set of brown eyes, I’m not expecting an ambush.

I motion for whoever is beneath the bush to come on out.
I reassure him/her that I am friendly and helpful and they have no reason to doubt.
A scared looking little boy emerges from underneath the bush not sure if he should stay or flee.
His face and clothes are filthy, like he’s being hanging out for a long time with all of the trees.

I ask him what his name it and what he’s doing out here all alone.
What he tells me sends chills down all of my bones.
He tells me something evil is coming and we must all be afraid,
that he is pulling all of the strings and we are all being played.
The boy explains to me that hiding in the forest is keeping him safe from the fiend that approaches.
He’s closing in fast and will strike us all with a fury that’s unforgiving and ferocious.

The boy smiles, “he’s here now,
and your continued existence here he will not allow.”

The boys’ eyes roll back into his head.
My heart sinks filling with dread.
His eyes roll back now black and red…
as I escape to safety by having my eyes open to discover a dark room echoing silence.
I look over to my alarm clock, it tells me it’s 3 am.
I’m thankful that it’s 3 am.