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Another from "A collection of my thoughts"
I thought I sensed something near,
As I walked through the thickness of the forest.
As if my eyes were walking behind me,
Following each step I took.
I suppose I was just reflecting back
On some old Hitchcock films.
The sun filtering through the giant pines
Must surely be that stairway to heaven
I have been searching for.
I find myself being drawn to it
But me feet wont begin the climb.
And that feeling of being watched remains with me.
A blanket of black has covered my stairway
And the forest seems so much larger
In the darkness of fright.
I am trembling as I sit on a moss covered stump
Reaching into my pocket for a much needed smoke.
Only to discover an empty pack.
Sleep then, until the daylight and the return of my stairway
So I may try again to climb the endless stairs.
I awoke to my stairway calling to me
Like the call of a mermaid to a sailor at sea.
I opened my eyes to see my mom smiling down at my ageless face
Comforting like only a mother can
After an eight year olds bad dream.
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